[Intro: Rick Ross]
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As I flip through pages of my notepad
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Wow, I really wanna shine
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That's what it boils down to, real shit
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[Verse 1: Wale]
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I just want my mind to be free
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Never mind if they fond of me, I've been a beast
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I recline in my seat, number nines on my feet
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Womanizer admittingly, but mind you I'm deep
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Although they inclined to critique
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Motherfuck 'em, they couldn't lace up a nigga's Chukka's
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'Cause money talk and I make them bussa's pay for discussion
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Chasing duckets, chasing dreams, got me praying for foes
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Chasing hoes, dick 'em good enough to make 'em propose
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Winning, the feeling is so incredible
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Something that's forever true, my niggas over revenue
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Little bit of Chanel, decorate your appearance
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Double C's on your purses, perfect I get the message
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Isabel Marant I get you some, you give me that
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All of my thoughts fluorescent ink, though I'm always thinking black
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Sitting back, cognac, sixty-two behind the pack
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I ain't thug, but I ain't stupid four niggas, five [?], hold up
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Fire shots for the winners
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And as long as I'm delivering, this genre's gon' be winning
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Double M-G pimping, my relevance never ending
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My penmanship ain't too pretty, my ink is why they gon' feel me
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[Hook: Wale]
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This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me
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This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me
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This ink is why they feel me, this ink is why they feel me
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This ink is why they feel me, Lord, this ink is why they feel me
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Double M-G, thank you, this the real me
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[Verse 2: Stalley]
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I got a couple old schools and some new girls
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They like old jewels and new pearls
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They obey no rules, they some rude girls
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You know the bad ones that rule the world
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They just wanna have fun and crash parties
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But when them games is over they down to ride for me
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Bonnie and Clyde story, Mick and Mallory
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A killer in them sheets, they bring that ish up out of me
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After that I sit and counting G's after G
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'Cause it's right back to these ends
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Send her on her way, tell her come back with some friends
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We can do it all again, the repetition that I like
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The reputation of a pimp
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And I do it all on him, peep the way I limp
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Pimp walk I been brought my chick, it was money well spent
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They say it's cold-blooded how I talk
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I been winning this way for years, so what if I ain't lost?
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[Hook: Wale]
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[Outro: Wale]
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Sometimes it's like
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Eyes is low, moment is perfect
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You see things brighter than you normally see
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With twenty-twenty, ya know?
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Enjoy your vice
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Fluorescentink
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Maybach Music Group |