I don't got a single sober vein in my body
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I don't got a single sober vein in my body
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Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy
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I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy
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And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy
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So ride it out for me, and take it off for me
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It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe
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Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time
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She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it
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But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide
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Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it
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Private elevator goin' straight to my unit
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All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy
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All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy
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Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless
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Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is
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Tour bus like a National Geographic
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Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom
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It makes me smile, it makes me smile
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Cause I got it
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It makes me smile, it makes me smile
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Cause I got it
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All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece
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But now we got it
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Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me
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I don't got a single sober vein in my body
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Fuck it like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari
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Old money, I just 'fraid the lord with us
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Condo blow money, like it's all dope money
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Come short wet niggas, like a speed boat coming, oh lord
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Mo money, mo money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money
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Bel-Air running down the Rollie on her arm
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Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it
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I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield
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Got the [?] went and bought the crib
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25 mil, I'm doing 25-to-life
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100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night
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Every chandelier rented, one-mil
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20 chandelier's moterfucker who real
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I just wanna show her what I live like
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Wearing a white burqa on a winter night
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Fuck a burqa now she in the Bentley
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That's when she went and tatted double M G
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Now I ballin' deep, deeper than the rap
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She give me brain she a mastermind to be exact
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I give her game and she give it back
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Sip syrup so I fuck slow, sip more I wanna fuck more
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Gotta grind 'till your eyes close, stay strapped till the trap close
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They scream Maybach on the cell blocks
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All my dogs who used to sell Glocks
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They say the niggas in the jail talk
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How your homies commissary fell off, what make it worse he get an elbows
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25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone
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It makes me smile, it makes me smile
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Cause I got it
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It makes me smile, it makes me smile
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Cause I got it
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All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece
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But now we got it
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Man look at the kid now, can nobody stop me
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I don't got a single sober vein in my body
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In Vein
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