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    Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
    Shit, uh
    Damn
    Yeah
    Alright

    Mindin' my business, drinkin' water, doin' crunches
    Gettin' paid for discussions over Alchemist production
    Use a Rolls-Royce for seduction, wear a Rollie when I'm fuckin'
    You need to put a condom on 'cause you may not be that lucky
    They got deadbeat moms now (deadbeat moms now)
    Nobody knows where her nose goes when the Sun down
    Caught him walkin' to his car, gave his ass the rundown
    Gettin' high on the jet, tryna calm down (uh)

    I been– I hop out clean, rare like a Mona Lisa
    Did the 'Rari two times, five hundred a piece (yes)
    I jump rope in the mornin', then make a dub at least (uh)
    And this water that I'm sippin', from a private spring (spring)
    Come from them projects, but did a lot of things
    Where them P-Lo's came through and swallowed your dreams (dreams)
    Niggas beefin' over hoes, man, that's out of pocket
    I'm in the tropics, lightin' up somethin' with Cartier lighters

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    Smokin' and drivin' while I'm ridin' in a Lambo'
    Tryna dodge all the scandals, like the potholes in Atlanta
    Pour some codeine in the Fanta, drinkin' codeine in my Phantom
    Got Hermès on my bandana, came with three hoes like I'm Santa, yes
    Made her throw it back like Mitchell and Ness
    Hustle plus passion equals success
    Soon as I walk in, I kiss on the flesh
    You ain't even gotta tell me, I know I'm blessed

    I put my team in position to win
    Had to cut off all my hoes and just focus on yen
    If I can make a few of 'em, then I can do it again
    This pinky ring cost a dollar, I be cattin' for real (dollar)
    I got so much, I ain't gon' talk 'bout that
    She just handle shit for me, but we don't talk like that
    I put the bitch on payroll, then write it off on my tax
    Then jump in my Maybach, then head back to the palace, what's happenin', uh

    I been– (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    Ayy, uh
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (shit, shit)
    Everybody wants to know where I've been (ayy)
    Good job, numbers
    How much life experience of real pain
    And heartache is necessary to be a genuine blues man?
    Or can you be a happy person
    And still call upon something that delivers the goods in blues?

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