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He thought the money make you happy, it don't make you make you different
I start to see that shit myself when I got a couple million
Crawled through the mud, I can't lie, I seen too much
Real steppers outside, they'll squeeze and bust
I told my brother have some patience and your day'll come
Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain't got no bond
You can't walk inside my shoes like a sneaker con
I overcome obstacles and they still come
I was tryna make a way out, like it was my first day out
Remember my first day out, now I got M's in account
I eat that pussy like steak, she eat my dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape

These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize
My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes
I got gang gang (gang gang), I got mob ties (mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted JJ with a Palm Pilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah

I gotta grab dough (grab dough)
Brand new white-white Rolls Royce and that bitch match her toes (yeah, yeah)
I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice, I ain't even had no clothes
I put my wrist inside the freezer, watch the Patek froze
Think about the time, man, we was ten
We was hoppin' fences
I was stayin' inside the church
I keep a strap for you and you, I know the opps intentions
Back in Genesis I was O.T. with the coco
She got a bangin' body, booty like a roller coaster

These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize
My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes
I got gang gang (gang gang), I got mob ties (mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted JJ with a Palm Pilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
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He thought the money make you happy, it don't make you make you different
I start to see that shit myself when I got a couple million
Crawled through the mud, I can't lie, I seen too much
Real steppers outside, they'll squeeze and bust
I told my brother have some patience and your day'll come
Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain't got no bond
You can't walk inside my shoes like a sneaker con
I overcome obstacles and they still come
I was tryna make a way out, like it was my first day out
Remember my first day out, now I got M's in account
I eat that pussy like steak, she eat my dick like a crepe
I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape

These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize
My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes
I got gang gang (gang gang), I got mob ties (mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted JJ with a Palm Pilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah

I gotta grab dough (grab dough)
Brand new white-white Rolls Royce and that bitch match her toes (yeah, yeah)
I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice, I ain't even had no clothes
I put my wrist inside the freezer, watch the Patek froze
Think about the time, man, we was ten
We was hoppin' fences
I was stayin' inside the church
I keep a strap for you and you, I know the opps intentions
Back in Genesis I was O.T. with the coco
She got a bangin' body, booty like a roller coaster

These streets by my side, you don't want war with us
I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup
If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize
My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes
I got gang gang (gang gang), I got mob ties (mob ties)
I got Porsche, with the frog eyes
Got a hand-crafted JJ with a Palm Pilot
All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Eric Sandoval, Rodrick Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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