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a bigger tipper
Get that stripper in here by the name of butter She got two kids shit she's a sexy mother Came to my crib one time and I think I love her She

Fucked up but I ain't have dem good sneakers
Started getn' Ass and got burnt by the hood diva
Go & cop from cash he the bull with the good reefer
Bring dem

exactly how it was (I can tell it)
Lacking self-love, snapping off of drugs
I don't know what happened to me cuz (damn)
Ain't really happy as I was (real

Money is the root of all evil i swear; but we love it so much it makes me scared//Going to back broke is a rich mans deepest fear...i remember just

Money is the root of all evil i swear; but we love it so much it makes me scared//Going to back broke is a rich mans deepest fear...i remember just

money mo problems them not bars 
So When I’m out in Brooklyn all we ride is hot cars 
When I’m in the Dale I hit up squatta or j hood
Bad bitch from mount

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And now I'm on some hood shit I'm ruthless
I tell my brother'nem to shoot they gone shoot shit They will
I do my dance after I shoot him

I ain't meet the plug but East J get the dough off
Felt like forever fucked around and almost dozed off
Hard earned money, yours gifted so yo dough

the real one, say you're never losing me
Dropped a bag on some Bape and Supreme
I just copped some heat I see you staring at my feet
See this ten by my side,

I traded Dickie suits for the double breast
So of course they gone hate you more
And they love you less
Now I'm Gucci cufflinks gold buckle fresh
So

she had a lot of dreams
I'm in this spot like I chose
Back in my bitch til I doze
Grab her gently by the throat
I'm fucking her in some J Cole's
Dream

that I am not gone turn me into the old me
My nigga J, he held me down in that situation
Love you to death, you think I'm playing
Cause I ain't been

ingredient, it's time to stand tall
One life, one love, one heart for all
I only got one call, and it's to bring motivation
To get your heart right and fight,

church And my dad is the goat cause he did it first
Talkin bout writin dem hits
Vocals smooth like prince
Then got inspired by my bro
Like I can dooo that

my name and I bet I go get my respect
Fuckin' with Izzyy, he love me that much, [?] let me relax
Mm, wheels up in the hood, surround zos around zos

like a violin
Roaches, rats, fiends, and cops, that's our environment
I'm a slime, I wade to the top, that's my prerogative
It's no love, we drawin'

Niggas want my sauce, they want my flavor
I must be a god by the way that they praise me
Part of the squad, and that's why you hatin
You been a fraud, you

around the way the hood celebrity
Air force ones all white like supremacy
When you gettin celery
Watch out for the jealousy
I know a couple fellas with

tracks
Like I been punching on a ticket
Out the Hood
When grandma was living
Was sholl wishing that I could
But you best believe
I'm still gone get my

boys a test ya, murda happen every day
Second line it be the outcome of the D.J
Niggas getting smashed all in the French Quarters in broad day
The dope

Snakes love to give the run around
Buss his head
BLAM
Bitch guess you ain't runnin' now
Number one code up ina streets
Is never run your mouth
If you

In the car like curry how we pulled up 
Kaepernick took a knee while you stood up 
Heard J.I.D. going hard brother good luck 
Jaguars use to rep it

to
Fuck it up
Can't get caught
Can't get touched
By the eyes all around
They just be starin' me down
I got j-jelly arms up
And my knees hit the turf
Can't

you can trust me baby
I'm not really religious 
But my love is spontaneous 
Don't talk about me girl let's talk about you
Let's talk about all d lovely