[Intro:]
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The day you decide to get you some money
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Nigga fuck your friends
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Ain't no friends we ain't even on that
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All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies
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Point me to the money!
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Point me to the money!
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Business, big business
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Maybach business
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If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you
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Hook:
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You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
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Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
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My brother caught a' and I still write him every month
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He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
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I wonder why, I wonder why
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I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
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I wanna shine just like the summertime!
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They say them folk gave them a heap of time
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Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock
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Nineteen, living like a fucking rap star
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Watching from my porch you thought it was a fucking film
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One day he buy the car, next day the fucking '.
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Deadly headed bitches, tall and they slim
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They know I'm as' I know it's him
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Never testify, I seen it in his eye
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Attempted murder on his life in that 360, ah
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With my two eyes!
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Two different pistols
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One with registered and one to get your issue
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I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
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All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized.
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Hook:
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You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
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Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
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My brother caught a' and I still write him every month
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He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
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I wonder why, I wonder why
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I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
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I wanna shine just like the summertime!
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They say them folk gave them a heap of time
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Now I'm being followed by some creepy '
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Now I'm being followed by some creepy'
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Stand your ground, stand your ground
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Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground!
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Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle
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You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people
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Knock me down, ' drops as the sun rise
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I could see a hustler in my son's eye.
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I never knew that money bring so many enemies
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Dreams come true, they dream of killing me
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But it's fuck 'em and I feed 'em fish
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Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list
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Now I'm being followed by some creepy '
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Now I'm being followed by some creepy'
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Stand your ground, stand your ground
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Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground!
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Hook:
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You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
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Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
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My brother caught a' and I still write him every month
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He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
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I wonder why, I wonder why
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I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
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I wanna shine just like the summertime!
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They say them folk gave them a heap of time
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[Outro:]
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OK, they're having trouble hearing you, so take your time
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Creepy-ass cracka
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And then he said
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And he's still following you?
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Yes!
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I Wonder Why
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| Rick Ross |
