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Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah (yeah) Never gon' fall on my job I'ma always go real, real hard Never gon' turn on my dogs Everything I do for me and my squad Shorty keep calling my phone Thinking I want her but we don't get along Papers or out of a bong Everything I smoke real, real strong I don't get regular dome Come to my crib, that's a real big home I don't do nothing but cones Hit the weed once and you will get stoned I'm in the building (I'm in the building) I'm with the millions (I'm with the millions) More than a little bit I'm rolling more than a little bit bro I did a real big show I made a lil' bit of growth Young but I still get dough My niggas still kick doors Y'all niggas still rent yours My shit is all paid for Hop in the car, take off Get a new broad, smash off I just got all cash, dog I'm rich and they cut me a paycheck Came straight to the top from the basement My time is money, got 'em wasted I roll the weed up and she taste it You prolly end up where my place is Pulled up with a bag full of faces (full of faces, full of faces) Full of faces (full of faces, full of faces, full of faces) Full of faces (full of faces, full of faces, full of faces) Now she look in amazement (now she look in amazement) Never gon' fall on my job I'ma always go real, real hard Never gon' turn on my dogs Everything I do for me and my squad Shorty keep calling my phone Thinking I want her but we don't get along Papers or out of a bong Everything I smoke real, real strong I don't get regular dome Come to my crib, that's a real big home I don't do nothing but cones Hit the weed once and you will get stoned I'm in the building (I'm in the building) I'm with the millions (I'm with the millions) More than a little bit I'm rolling more than a little bit bro Yeah, I know the Hills feel good But so what, I'm still real hood She told me the pill still good You don't have to squeal, it feels good, yeah Adderall pills feel good, yeah I know they would kill for a bill, yeah Made a couple million off the deal, yeah But I'm still in my hood, yeah Drop top coupe in my hood, yeah I get money, I'm good, yeah I break hearts but I'm in love, yeah Superbad like McLovin I'm so good at switching subjects I count up and make 'em upset Purple check, I pour more Perc's, yeah Purple drink, got syrup on deck And everything that I said, you probably don't care I'm only thinking about you 'cause you're not here And I came in a Lamborghini, it ain't fair Amiri jeans, prolly got a hundred damn pairs Hoodie on, trust me it's a nightmare Put a bullet on his ass 'cause I don't fight fair Putting on my glove, feelin' like Mike, yeah Never gon' fall on my job I'ma always go real, real hard Never gon' turn on my dogs Everything I do for me and my squad Shorty keep calling my phone Thinking I want her but we don't get along Papers or out of a bong Everything I smoke real, real strong I don't get regular dome Come to my crib, that's a real big home I don't do nothing but cones Hit the weed once and you will get stoned I'm in the building (I'm in the building) I'm with the millions (I'm with the millions) More than a little bit I'm rolling more than a little bit bro Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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