[Verse 1: Curren$y]
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Game winning shot
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Ain't even stay to see the body drop
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Get them pots, bubbling this hustling
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Bitch you ain't here for nothing
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Observe how I run shop
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If they ever snatch me, inform my brother he'll come after me
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Under estimated like expansion teams
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Til I flex them championship fingers
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The aroma of doja lingers
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Door closed and towels by the floor but it's still stinking
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If it ain't loud as neon colors you don't need to bring it
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Life in the fast lane blinking just as bad as sleeping
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Creeps is always creeping
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I peeped your scheme while steaming
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Business settled this evening under tropical breezes
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I work hella hard so I can take it easy, nigga
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[Hook 2x]
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I got a dollar sign migraine
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Money on my motherfucking mind mane
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Dollar sign migraine
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Trying to put some dope off in the game
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[Verse 2: Le$]
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Old beamer on them gold wheels
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Looking like Ace
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Seen ya eyes when I ride by
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Looking like hate
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The way them hoes be talking about me
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You'd swear to God I was rich
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Took the tint of that motherfucker
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Hope you know that's yo bitch
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Living life on that next shit
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Still fucking my ex chicks
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Just walking up in the game
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They showing y'all to the exit
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Just give the game I was blessed with
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Getting blown on that Sweet Jones
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Underground but we been kings, knocking y'all up that railroad
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Seen it all like I'm Rothstein, never loving no Ginger
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Niggas be on that nigga shit, things you gotta remember
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Riding fast so we trying to get it
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Fuck dreaming 'bout getting paid
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Matching Chevys in ten months
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Nah nigga in ten days
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[Hook]
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$ Migraine
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Curren$y |