You don't got enough cheese, boy, fuck wrong with you?
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You ain't no street nigga, can't make no song with you
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Boy, that ain't your cheese, it don't belong to you
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I got so much money I do what I wanna do
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Wanna do, do what I wanna do
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I got so much money I do what I wanna do
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What I wanna do, what I wanna do
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How many cars should I buy? Tell me, one or two?
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I got 30 boppers, power pills, codeine, and that ganja
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And I don't do that molly, give that shit to Blood Money
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And we don't love these bitches, we just fuck them and dump them
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And boy don't test me, your best bet trying Obama
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I pull up in that Rrari screaming 'boy, fuck your Hyundai!'
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And I ain't gonna stop till Beyoncé my fiancé
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I'm flexing on these bitches, all gold bottles, no Bombay
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Take 50, 000 dollars, I'll run through it in one day
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I'm a glow boy, I be shining from my wrist to my gold teeth
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And you better be talking money when you approach me
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I been balling so damn hard I swear I think that I'm Kobe
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You say I ain't getting money, pussy boy, you don't know me
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You don't got enough cheese, boy, fuck wrong with you?
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You ain't no street nigga, can't make no song with you
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Boy, that ain't your cheese, it don't belong to you
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I got so much money I do what I wanna do
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Wanna do, do what I wanna do
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What I Wanna Do
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Chief Keef |