Preservation is to that original playa shit
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Nananana
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Preservation is to that original playa shit
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Nananana
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Preservation is to that original playa shit
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Can't save a bitch wondering where his paper went
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Gone with the wind tryna get this cone lit
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Standin' in the middle of this cyclone strong
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Stainless, mainstream paper underground, famous
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Audio drug love, had catering at my arraignment
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Celebratory floral arrangement
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Sent to the judge when the case is dismissed
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Cases of champagne, it's raining in here
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Making millions, making memories and enemies
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It'll kill you, if you let it, never
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I'm focused on better, I get it
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Money fever, motherfucker you should catch it
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I show you how to take 10 G's and stretch it
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20 more stacks, double that, put it all together
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Like a puzzle, it's pieces to the hustle
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Everything fit, it'll look like somethin'
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Hot up in my house, got your bitch making muffins
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She got four friends with her and my homeboys comin'
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It ain't nothin', money over bitches
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Left over the safe with million dollars in it when I hit her
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Money over bitches
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Left over the safe with million dollars in it when I hit her
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They come around ,but they never come close to
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They come around ,but they never come close to
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They come around, but they never come close to
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They come around, but they never come close to
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Look, check, check, look
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Seen it all with blind eyes, I stayed aware
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Duckin' devils with fat asses and baby hair
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Paint the picture, it ain't perfect but it's one you see
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And go the hardest, your waters can never fuck with me
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Real player, check the fats and the stats
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The only time you ever gonna see the racks is your racks
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And at times I wonder why you niggaz worship that
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Same tit you praisin' got my partners murk the track
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Now they caught up in the system, sons and daughters they miss them
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Baby momma quit them, his partner, she fuckin' with him
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Filthy way of livin', guess whose part of the cycle?
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Niggaz quick to bring you down, shit they even killed Michael
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Why you thinkin' you exempt? Just a crab in the bucket
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And they gonna boil us all, so I'm ridin' like fuck it
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Where the seasonin' nigga? Fuck your reasonin' nigga
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Bigger picture isn't somethin' that I'm singing my nigga
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When you can only get the 20 inch, cable is basic
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Reality overrated, tried watchin' it but I hate it
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All these bitches gettin' famous off a dick that they suck
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And people really at home givin' a fuck?
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Guess we shit outta luck
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Guess we shit outta luck
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They come around ,but they never come close to
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They come around ,but they never come close to
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They come around ,but they never come close to
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Game 2
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Curren$y |