| Last year I ain’t really had nothin'
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| This year I made your house in a month
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| Since a youngin' kept it solid from the jump
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| I gotta cherish it, I used to have nothin'
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| Yeah, had to keep faith, came a long way
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| I’m fuckin' your bae and I’m runnin' away
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| Got a lot on my plate, gotta make some shape
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| And it ain’t no brakes, yeah
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| it, let’s get the M’s when I want
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| Want a Lambo wit' rims when I want
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| I got fans 'cause I’m on now
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| But I want them M’s in my bank account, yeah, woo
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| Whatchu gon' do?
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| I had to clear, I had to go crazy
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| Wanna have my baby now, tryna have my baby
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| My bitch your old lady, yeah, I don’t do no basic, yeah
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| no love on the fam
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| Went into the crew, shoppin' 'cause I can now
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| Michael Jackson, moonwalkin' wit' them bands now
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| All my boys legit, no more in the trap house, no
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| Last year I ain’t really had nothin'
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| This year I made your house in a month
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| Since a youngin' kept it solid from the jump
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| I gotta cherish it, I used to have nothin'
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| Yeah, had to keep faith, came a long way
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| I’m fuckin' your bae and I’m runnin' away
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| Got a lot on my plate, gotta make some shape
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| And it ain’t no brakes, yeah
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| I want some more, for sure, for sure (for sure)
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| I like my money in boatloads, I want a lot more
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| There’s a lotta I don’t know but I just lay low (low)
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| Free my partner 'til they go
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| Livin' like no mañana
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| Ladie’s your hoe’s, she wan' us
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| I don’t need no more drama
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| it, I want the M’s, I gotta reel them in
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| I need no more friends, I got these Benjamin’s
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| And she bring a friend and we have a (and we have a toast)
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| I hope out the Benz and I want a friend
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| I told her come here (yeah I want you ho)
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| I have my way, I have my way
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| And I cannot wait, 'til we break the bank (Kap G)
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| Last year I ain’t really had nothin'
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| This year I made your house in a month
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| Since a youngin' kept it solid from the jump
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| I gotta cherish it, I used to have nothin'
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| Yeah, had to keep faith, came a long way
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| I’m fuckin' your bae and I’m runnin' away
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| Got a lot on my plate, gotta make some shape
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| And it ain’t no brakes, yeah |