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Things change when you grow up Now everybody want to show up Talkin' 'bout, 'I knew that you would blow up' When I was young, my favorite song was 'Get money, get money' Weight of the world on my shoulder But I'm still gettin' colder, so keep it real Like, on a comedy about who run rap Cause L.A. is on top now and who run that? I've been all facts, I base my shit off that But for sixty-five grand, y'all could switch my hat To the Seahawks cause I'm always down for the money And niggas always talkin' 'bout me when they strugglin' I guess that's why my champagne always bubblin' Two girls in the indoor pool out in London At Dizzee Rascal flat, they sent my ass some cash But all he do is rap, you want to hang out and relax? Go shoppin' in Saks, hella bags in the back And when I see her again, motherfucker, she next I don't talk to her everyday, but we text And when I throw that Biggie on, she don't even trip I asked her to roll a joint and she don't even flinch Dom K. is a pimp, you don't even need the blimp I know you could tell I'm nasty, though my lyrics is classy I'm not really that flashy, but I do like shrimp Wit' some lemon butter sauce and a cold white Zinf Somebody to talk to and share a view like this SongtexteCause I been rollin' fashions, at least them attraction Got dressed up for me, I do appreciate that, woah Things change when you grow up Now everybody want to show up Talkin' 'bout, 'I knew that you would blow up' When I was young, my favorite song was 'Get money, get money' Weight of the world on my shoulder But I'm still gettin' colder, so keep it real Aus Songtexte Mania