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She always dripped out in cheddar Don't tell your man that shorty do better He's making money, but I make it faster I'm getting cash, I'm loving this life He's trying to win; he's a thief in the night I don't get nervous; I'm meant for the lights How you gonna win if you ain't put up a fight Call you my brother; I got you for life I'm going out swinging I ain't mad that you niggas ain't seen me I'm mad that you niggas ain't believed me I admit that I fell to my demons I admit I ain't paid for wrongs If you love me, you take on the flaws Would you tell me that I ain't go hard enough? I've been moving so tight 'cause my pockets stuffed I don't know what I'ma do when I make it 'Cause a nigga like me from the basement I feel in my stomach I'm tryna go get it I ain't got time to be sitting in my feelings When I was at the bottom, I was thinking about quitting Now I'm at the plate and I'm thinking 'bout hitting I don't think twice 'bout the decisions I made Niggas in line 'cause they tryna get saved She always dripped out in cheddar Don't tell your man that shorty do better He's making money, but I make it faster I'm getting cash, I'm loving this life He's trying to win; he's a thief in the night I don't get nervous; I'm meant for the lights How you gonna win if you ain't put up a fight Call you my brother; I got you for life I ain't cuffing no hoes, they get three strikes How you mad 'cause a nigga got money Niggas around me start looking so funny And it gets cold 'cause a nigga get hate I don't know why you trying to eat off my plate I got the bass jumping in the booth I need to know why, need the proof I don't need new friends, who is you? If you're trying to win the game, play a fool Sit back cool I'm not a nice guy when I lose How you got no time to make moves? How you gonna want some but don't get it? Thought you had time, next day on a shirt Don't stay careful, nigga stay alert Name your top five, and I'm in it Gain my respect if you wanna get mentioned She always dripped out in cheddar Don't tell your man that shorty do better He's making money, but I make it faster I'm getting cash, I'm loving this life He's trying to win; he's a thief in the night I don't get nervous; I'm meant for the lights How you gonna win if you ain't put up a fight Call you my brother; I got you for life How you mad 'cause a nigga got money Niggas around me start looking so funny And it gets cold 'cause a nigga get hate I don't know why you trying to eat off my plate
Writer(s): Shawn Bryant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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