| You say I’m bein' foolish
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| So I’m a show you what the truth is
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| It’s only you, it’s only you
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| It’s only you
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| I’m not always there when you call
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| But I’m always on time
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| Gave you my all
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| I’m not always there when you call
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| But I’m always on time
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| Gave you my all
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| Ooh, baby
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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| Ooh, baby
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| Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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| Ooh, baby
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| You need to get with this
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| Came in the game flippin' bigs like Ashanti
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| My new ish is foolish like Ashanti
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| You miss me? |
| Ahh baby like Ashanti
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| I told shorty, «You know the rule like Ashanti»
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| I’m chasin' paper, sweatin' out my Saint Laurent tee
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| It’s all about my paper, even rappin' 'round the fonty
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| By '04, I had the coupe Bentley Conti'
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| Shit I don’t know if it’s Givenchy or Givanchy
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| Fuck how I pronounce it, just know that I counts it
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| Didn’t care if I was there, now they gon' announce it
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| This is me reflectin' on my niche before I found it
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| Like Escobar, thinkin' back to when he used to ounce it
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| Wonder if it’s easier to be a kingpin
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| Than it was makin' peasants respect a king pen
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| Tablesole of niggas who bring them things in
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| Club full of girls, guess I still bring them things in
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| That’s what me hostin' do
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| To hustlers who flip hustles, that’s what we toastin' to
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| This the flow that got my baby mama ghostin' through
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| You niggas far from the niggas that I’m closest to
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| Y’all too emotional, sensitive ass niggas
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| You might but you might not, tentative ass niggas
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| I said it then I meant it, definitive ass nigga
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| This ain’t your house, you old rent-to-live ass nigga
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| You should just do R&B like Ashanti
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| Shorty got me mesmerized like Ashanti
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| Chinky eyes, thick thighs like Ashanti
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| 'Bout to let mami manage this like Ashanti
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| Killin' hoes, killin' foes and killin' flows
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| Black jeans, black hoodie, these are killer clothes
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| Damn, maybe I shoulda signed with Murder Inc
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| But my units full of Gs, I don’t know what Irv would think
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| I don’t give a fuck what you niggas heard or think
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| Give a fuck 'bout your feelings 'til I die, word to Chinx
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| All my days I’ve gone without you
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| It’s so perfect when I’m with you
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| I know your heart can’t take no more
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| I keep on comin' back to you
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| Comin' back to you
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| Comin' back to you
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| Comin' back to you
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| Yo, hurry up! |
| It’s about to start
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| Oh you like Power?
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| Yeah turn this up, this my show
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| So what if like I wanted to pull a ghost and like get out the game and do
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| somethin' else like you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Put my money somewhere, you know,
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| fall back on. |
| You know what I mean? |
| Hustlin' and gettin' to it,
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| just really just do somethin' else
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| But what else are you like gonna do? |
| Like you know the ins and outs of this,
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| like…
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| I know, but like, just, you know what I’m sayin'? |
| Do somethin' else,
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| it’s many hustles out here, it’s many ways, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| But if you got the money, power and respect, how you walk away from that? |