I got enough wind to last me for the rest of my fucking life 
We will never run out 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Get the crock out of bottle 
Get that money out and make your stylealow harder to follow 
I’ve been hustle all the time that’s only thing I know 
Now my watch work ....
Boy I’m getting in, getting in 
Ride, in my ride looking for ..
Killing this niggas innocent, my bad 
‘aint pay the...
They jusy watch me, they copy me 
Say I feel love, that’s way you lost me 
How’s that? My name it’s in ...
I’m rolling up and going places that...
Hoping that neighbors don’t smell that shit I bake it 
And every day I’m in on a other plane...
I hardly sleep but hey I wouldn’t have all this ...
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So muc money , that when I pull up high better walk in the bank 
Tell her, they look at me funny ...
....
With big blue bags in this shit 
And tell ‘wm count it up 
Ride, ride in that ...
My nigga I keep in ...
...call the paparazzi 
More money, more problems now how ...
More money, more ....
Damn ‘aint no funny, when I ...
Only nigga in first class 
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