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 I wake up in the morningStill high from last night
 Ain't got no time to chill
 I got to get my cash right
 New roley and my diamonds
 Look like flashlights
 It's more than you can do
 When they ask me what's the price
 I'm comin down
 I'm bangin screw
 In that 'rarri doin' donuts
 Still swanging too
 Born and raised in Houston Texas
 So it's served in my platter
 The thug say they miss me
 The thug says make history
 If you want to show me love
 I just don't along with scrubs
 They push me tryin' to get that cush
 Your bitch can't take it
 Pull a wire and then get it
 I want all the money
 All the hoes
 If your bitch gets chose
 Then she got to go
 I'm giving you all my calm, diamonds and gold
 If your bitch gets shows
 Then she got to go
 It's a hell of a night
 I live a hell of a life
 I know what the fuck I want
 Whether is wrong or right
 Stay high as a cop
 Get drunk as a skunk
 Me and my hoe buy a house like it's the first of the month
 Bad bitch in my bed
 You can have this world homie if it gets you separated
 Never thought of parties
 Empty bottles in our hands
 And we drink them like they're [?]
 I am from overseas
 I never howl baby
 And do it with ease
 I ran out of money
 Out of hoes
 If your bitch gets shows
 Then she got to go
 I'm giving you all my calm, diamonds and gold
 If your bitch gets shows
 Then she got to go
 Tell your bitch I was gonna get it
 And what the fuck I do?
 I know you see me
 I know you shinning bitch
 
 
		
		
	
 
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