| This what dreams are made of
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| Good weed and cold drinks
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| Taylor, Taylor, Taylor
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| Thanks for putting this together Jerm!
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| And we gon be here forever, hahahah
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| And you ain’t trippin, we really this high
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| Uhh
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| If you offer me all the money in the world, I wouldn’t trade it for my girl
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| My family or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town
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| Or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fried
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| Rollin' the papers so they get high with me
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| If I decide to give this up one day, they gon' retire with me
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| Enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me
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| And fucking hater, burn in hell
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| Sippin' champagne while the waiter breaking shells
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| Niggas scream my name, probably praying that I fail
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| The money so insane, gotta weigh it on a scale
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| (You gotta weigh it on a scale?) Cap, niggas blow that, bitches know that
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| Never touch blunts, chill with us once, never go back
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| Little homie, that’s real
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| VVS diamonds, my stones are that ill
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| My watch is an Audemar, I’m smokin OG 'til my problems gone
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| You try to call your man he ain’t got no more, probably cause I bought it all
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| As we proceed
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| To court bad bitches and roll good weed
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| Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
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| Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be
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| As we proceed
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| To court bad bitches and roll good weed
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| Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
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| Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be
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| Uhh, Aquafina and the bong
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| I’m off in that Modena when I’m done, just sound the alarm
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| Bitch top drop like Mardi Gras beads bein thrown
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| Francesca you’s a mess girl, carry on
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| Car smelling like a pound when I pull up at the Avalon
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| Pull your own weight, I don’t have no time for tag-alongs
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| Don’t know what you yapping for, I’m stacking dough
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| Catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches
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| Cell phone in my pocket, my Blackberry biotches
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| Have ‘em ready, I’ll watch em, daddy back
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| Niggas plottin' on the Jets but we got em
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| We just waiting to drop ‘em, they vexed cause we poppin'
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| And them hoes ain’t worry 'bout ‘em, they sure came up
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| What they sayin 'bout them boys from the bottom?
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| Paparazzi cameras spot em, flash when you see they faces
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| History in the making, I was high when I made it
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| So I can play it for them haters
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| As we proceed
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| To court bad bitches and roll good weed
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| Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
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| Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be
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| As we proceed
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| To court bad bitches and roll good weed
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| Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
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| Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be
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| Used to want a chain, now I got six
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| Used to want a Rollie like Pac now it’s on my wrist, woah
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| Livin' the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)
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| Same niggas tryna get up on my list (what)
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| Since I started buzzin', I got eighteen eleven cousins
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| New bitches tryna join the team and old ones that I’m cutting
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| Sky high class livin but niggas still grinding
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| Cause I’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since I had nothin'
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| Now, I got signed to my idol
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| Seen some of my favorite rappers turn rivals
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| ‘Ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em
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| Peep the Jesus chain he gave me since I can’t keep up with Bibles
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| Nah, young nigga heading to the title
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| Where it’s at? | 
| That’s the top man, these niggas gon recycle
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| What, my shit is like a B.I.G recital
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| But you can’t hold a real nigga down, that’s why I keep real niggas 'round
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| As we proceed
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| To court bad bitches and roll good weed
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| Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
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| Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be
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| As we proceed
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| To court bad bitches and roll good weed
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| Fast livin, I’m taking them hoes on trips
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| Go to places they never been, I’m just gettin it how I’m supposed to be |