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30 you a fool for this one Sittin’ back reminiscin’ on my past I’m focusin’ on the money reflecting on my accomplishments Knock me down, I got right back up and laughed I know that I made ‘em mad, showed these folks I done, done this shit Counted me out and I know they wasn’t in my favor I had to pick up my money, call bae like what the fuck is goin’ wrong? Tell me like, what the fuck did I do wrong? Gave you my all bae no question Mama told me never leave, gotta get it how you live And that ocean view out front, you know it compliment the crib I can’t smell none of my money, put it up in vacuum seal Doin’ da dash in the Bentley, tryna get home to the kids Quarter millie Bentley parked it in the middle of the six Quarter millie worth of jewelry that two chains by my wrist That old skool was lookin’ silly, threw some thangs on that bitch Paint wet, migo did it, ain’t no stain on that bitch Hand him all that paper like your date and name on that bitch When that money start gettin’ low, they get to changin and shit I didn’t know I would be successful, now I’m famous and shit Umbrella for the pain, I can’t get no rain on these kicks They black ballin’ niggas I don’t want my name on that list Fuck the problem I don’t got time to explain to no nigga Droppin’ bombs on a fuck nigga head if he scared No need to repeat it cause I said what I said Songtexte Sittin’ back reminiscin’ on my past I’m focusin’ on the money reflecting on my accomplishments Knock me down, I got right back up and laughed I know that I made ‘em mad, gotta show these folks I done, done this shit Counted me out and I know they wasn’t in my favor I had to pick up my money, call bae like what the fuck is goin’ wrong? Tell me like, what the fuck did I do wrong? Gave you my all bae no question Million dollar dreams it ain’t hard to understand, when I’m talkin’ now I can’t tell another lie when I got my hand on that bible Counted up went on that plane with two hands [?] We just flew in from Japan, couldn’t understand what they was talkin’ Fishtailin’ out the club boy my tires burnin rubber State to state I’m catchin’ bags I can’t get tired of this hustle And then we start goin’ broke yeah that’s a sign we in trouble Cause that my money don’t waste time cause I know mine [?] I done came a long way from my mama basement (basement) Made a couple million caught some cases (cases) Spray yo nigga like we do that fragrance (fragrance) Yesterday Ferrari but today Benz (nah nigga) Money that the only thing that make sense (talk nigga) Why would I put in twenty to make ten (fuck it nigga) Cut off all ties and relations (cut em nigga) Roll up all my problems now I face it (Rich homie baby) Sittin’ back reminiscin’ on my past I’m focusin’ on the money reflecting on my accomplishments Knock me down, I got right back up and laughed I know that I made ‘em mad, showed these folks I done, done this shit Counted me out and I know they wasn’t in my favor I had to pick up my money, call bae like what the fuck is goin’ wrong? Tell me like, what the fuck did I do wrong? Gave you my all bae no question Aus Songtexte Mania