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Less them, More us (feat. Nice Life)
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Paul Samz
Paul Samz
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derelle mitchell
derelle mitchell
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Let's get this coke And this dope, And this cash And this weed, only thing that I need to succeed Fast cars, plenty women Big swimming pool to swim in How I'm living For this air that I breathe Go get some property Start me up a monopoly Soon as I get these pounds of this weed And ain't nobody stopping me ain't worried bout a shopping spree I'm just tryna hit the block And shop for some keys As soon as I get this paper Jetting to Santorini Two duffles between me Soon as I land, copping a Fiji Gon' make it look easy live and die for the lust Only few left cool less of them more of us Big dreams, tryna live like the ball players Nothing minor at all I wanna ball major Instead I'm locked up Judge throwin' me court papers I'm tryna lay up With bad bitches in all flavors I want the house with eight Sections came from section 8 The huge estate,where the Women and the weather great The hallway long Chef brung up the food late So long Usain Bolt could have a foot Race You probably need walkie Talkies Just to communicate And out back It got the bluest lake Jacuzzi in the living room Like Scarface Picasso painting, Hanging over the large safe And we don't keep guard dogs We keep large apes Gotta make sure the yard safe Nigga, if you ain't with me You gon' lose me Imma start a business up and Still cop some Gucci You can keep the dollar bills Imma take the franks Married to the money Imma die in the bank Probably with a honey Gettin high to the gates If I'm not Then I'm probably in the trap With the snakes and the rats And the apes That'll clap for the safe You can't find me on the map When my mind's outta of space Thinking of a master plan, Cause a nigga need the cake Preppin for the afterlife Stack it to the satellites I don't wanna ask you twice Are you in it for the take Cut the deal half a mil Got it written on my face You can meet me by the docks Boatloads by the case Tiger head on the wall With the marble fireplace I'm cuttin' right to the chase Son, I'm outie Dip in the Audi Most wanted in Suffolk County Make em raise the bounty Ask about me, I make it cloudy Really who can you trust There's a whole bunch of them But only few left of us What Let's get this coke And this dope, And this cash And this weed, only thing that I need to succeed Fast cars, plenty women Big swimming pool to swim in How I'm living For this air that I breathe Go get some property Srart me up a monopoly Soon as I get these pounds Of this weed And ain't nobody stopping me Ain't worried bout a shopping Spree I'm just tryna hit the block And shop for some keys As soon as I get this paper Jetting to Santorini Two duffles between me Soon as I land, copping a Fiji Gon' make it look easy Live and die for the lust Only few left cool Less of them more of us What
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