[Roc]
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Let me have you, let me put you on fours girl
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I know you got a man but I can play roles girl
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yo man on the other hand gone Honda Accord you
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plus I'mma buy shit he can't even afford to
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Real street nigga, I can change yo life
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have you callin off work just to watch me shoot dice
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I have you in the hood with my niggas at the trap bar,
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'Fore you know it, you would fall in love with a trap star
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Hoes ain't shit, so I ain't really with the cuffin
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We can hit the mall, just to show you I ain't bluffin
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Tryin to love you long term,
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I ain't trying to embarrass you
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Have you doing freaky shit thats all out ya character
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In love with a goon, every night we gettin rooms
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Your man callin wounded, tell him you'll see him soon
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I see you with a lame cat, I'm trying to change that
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Rearrange that, put you in the range all black
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Come on
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[Chorus]
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Girl I can change yo life,
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flood you with all this ice
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It's only right
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And, I can be your everything,
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take you on shoppin spree,
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take you places you ain't never seen, girl
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[Payroll]
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She prolly fuck around with squares
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I'm iced up, looking like I fuck around with squares
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Change up your circle it'll be a good look
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I approach you smelling like cologne with a pinch of kush
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I ain't nothin you used to
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I ain't gotta boost, Louis same color as pudding
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so baby you see the proof,
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since I got the low tops, I'mma get you the boots
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and since I got the big body, I'mma get you the coupe
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Hit Somerset, everyday shop damn near all night,
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be on the skywalk so much we can't walk right
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Hit you from the back till you can't walk right
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Leave them lames alone and come join me in the boss life
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You got a real nigga, so now all yo friends mad
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when they ask you what I do, just tell em that get cash
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They say it ain't trickin if you got it,
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especially when ya stack ain't fittin in ya pocket
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[Chorus]
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[HBK]
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I got money out the ass, girl I¡¯m changin yo life,
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So since I'm changin yo life, I¡¯m changin yo ice
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and money ain¡¯t shit, don¡¯t give a fuck about no price.
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Take you through the hood girl so we can hang with foe life.
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Blow dro all night, I like you alright?
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We ball hard, they ball lite
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these hoes they are trife.
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But see you something different
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Just me and my misses, front tickets to the pistons
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and these niggas they be trippin,
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cause they want you girl they wishin
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but they money short like midgets.
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If you ain¡¯t bout making digits,
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get the fuck on bout yo business.
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Windows tinted if I¡¯m in it
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and the top drop so hop in it,
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and we bout to go shoppin,
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Roley bezzle with rocks in it!
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[Chorus]
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Change Your Life
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Doughboyz Cashout |