Feat. Nipsey Hussle & Rapper Big Pooh
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(Hook)
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Deals, round 'em up! Bills, count 'em up
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Need a V12 Coupe with a broad that's down as fuck
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Fed up with this money I fell in love
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Your plan is game, stay in yo lane
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Ain't no traffic when you dust
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And what happens is because
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And that's with anything, it gon' take passion, gon' take love
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But you got action, just don't budge
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Well, I just make this magic with these words
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And I take all this cabbage and just splurge
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(Verse)
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All my habits's gettin' worse
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For instance, all the coarse that catch my interest cost
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At least two hundid thousand, is it worth?
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Tought question, I neva consider, I just flex it
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Some days I drink champagne for breakfast
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And once upon a time we lived blind with a death wish
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Came for a circle, now the story is the message
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We all want success but most of us unsuccessful
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We all know the game but most of us don't respect it
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(Verse)
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Before the music, I was dreamin' of Sneaker deals
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I know they listen when the seats is filled
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Still, the night glitter, early mornin' we chief until we leavin'
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Print it on it like one tequila spills
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Black bottles, lifestyle attract models
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A tough act to follow, livin' a black novel
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Who the fuck are you? Complemented attitude
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Paintin' my city when I'm passin' by them avenues
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Don't wanna wake up, dream got me up in a coma
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Wine bottles and women of age like Verona
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Talkin' change, remember face but lost names
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I'm still fishin' like card games, ?
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Reality shots, I'm just drinkin' for confirmation
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I got 'em witnessin' my operation
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I on' slippin' like outies get
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Trappin' because Maui drips
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Me and my nigga Nipsey on some Cali shit
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(Hook)
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Deals, round 'em up! Bills, count 'em up
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Need a V12 Coupe with a broad that's down as fuck
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Fed up with this money I fell in love
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Your plan is game, stay in yo lane
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Ain't no traffic when you dust
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And what happens is because
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And that's with anything, it gon' take passion, gon' take love
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But you got action, just don't budge
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Well, I just make this magic with these words
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And I take all this cabbage and just splurge
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(Verse)
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I like my fives on top of tens, tens on top of twenties
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Fifties, hunits are betta, standin' out like a Gucci sweater
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Clear sky, sandy beach, women in warm weather
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A brainstorm, I hope you brought umbrellas
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I'm tired of broke niggas fakin' it, cause most will neva make it
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To beatin' ? of the character they idolizin'
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It's like a spread sheet I'm atomizin'
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Separatin' the real from what's not, results are so surprisin'
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I need Mauri, what's in it for the glory
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Last seen Denzel gettin' whipped for that old cookie
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Ope fell in love when I wadn't lookin'
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Write it myself so I'm not mistaken
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Bought a Lex with my first big check just to show I had the bacon
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Money ain't a thing, girl, what's shakin'?
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My ego probably, I'm in the lobby
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Think about this hobby
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And how them dream killas tryna rob me
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I just wanna be great like Ali
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Or feared like Tyson
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My niggas make it hard when they bittin'
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So I pin these letters to the lightnin'
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Fear I'm excitin'
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Get in an elevator with a white woman, she frightened
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As I stand with a smile on my face
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She got a hand in her purse, ready to introduce mace
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While you over there looking at me
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I'm looking at buying a place so count 'em up
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(Hook)
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Deals, round 'em up! Bills, count 'em up
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Need a V12 Coupe with a broad that's down as fuck
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Fed up with this money I fell in love
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Your plan is game, stay in yo lane
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Ain't no traffic when you dust
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And what happens is because
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And that's with anything, it gon' take passion, gon' take love
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But you got action, just don't budge
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Well, I just make this magic with these words
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And I take all this cabbage and just splurge
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Count Em Up
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| GQ |
