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Everybody got an opinion but ain't nobody got a solution I got my money in all kind of financial institutions Like Charles Schwab and Morgan Stanley Haters can't stand me, everything I do is butter candy 'Water, how you stay so dialed in and up?' Did you forget I'm from the game, used to sell coconut? Back in the golden days before the drought season Out there funkin' for nothin', for senseless reasons Nowadays they stealin' and robbin', bippin' and flockin' All for a bopper so he can spoil her rotten She prettier than every female on Instagram Plus-size like who? Ashley Graham For a broad like that, they'll give their right hand Redbone, vanilla, chocolate, light-skinned Some of my potnas is P's, they pop they P's for they cheese Put the bitch on a blade when it's zero degrees, BIATCH! Have money, have heart Have money, have heart Have street, have hustle Have street, have hustle Add it up, make double Add it up, make double Had it up in the struggle Had it up in the struggle SongtexteYou gotta realize it's gon' be haters no matter what, my nigga (I swear) (In the struggle) No matter where you go, my nigga You could rich, you could be poor Should I buy it off the lot or should I lease and write it off? Or pay cash like a rapper and watch the value decrease? Gotta be smart and discrete, can't be weak like a week Gotta be ten toes down and steppin' ahead of the janky streets Shoot your best shot, hit your mark Have money, have street, have heart Toast him with the toaster like a Pop Tart I ain't tellin' on me, that's why I ride à la carte (HO!) Put some cameras on your home so you can watch on your phone While y'all on vacation or you at home all alone Do some damage with the chrome, aim at his neck and his dome Eat his ass up he try to break in your own I'm the right one not a chump We don't play checkers no more, we play Tunk You's a pussy, you's a cunt When they handin' ghetto passes out, my nigga, you flunked, BIATCH! Have money, have heart Have money, have heart Have street, have hustle Have street, have hustle Add it up, make double Add it up, make double Had it up in the struggle Had it up in the struggle I tell all my solid dudes 'Don't fuck your shoe up steppin' on these niggas Step over 'em, mayne' (In the struggle) Don't let 'em backdoor you, don't let 'em sneak you, my nigga, we need you We need you (In the struggle) Pay attention to the ball, watch everything (Everything) Like my nigga Pimpin' Ken say (What he say?) You gotta human chess with these niggas, mayne (BIATCH!) (In the struggle) Aus Songtexte Mania