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Hey man Ay, you gotta be careful who you play with Everybody ain't playin, man Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word That's my word Niggas actin' like they in your lane Then they swerve You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain Niggas ain't gon' leach off me No, that's for sure It's a Kold World, brr brr, buy a fur I ain't never stressed to be up next I wait my turn And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned Used to cop that weight, we would call it lil' saint You got money? You got served That's 450 for a plate Must have really liked that bitch Spent 1,200 on a date For potato and a steak and she barely even ate (Damn) Ay lil' bih, ay lil' bih, ay lil' bih SongtexteYou give me some coochie I might pay your rent Throw you out the condo if you throw a fit They tried to hold me back but they can't hold this dick I remember when my pockets only had a twenty and a five I would go and buy some pizza and some fries Metrocard for the week Caught the train, ain't had no ride Debit card ran out of money, when I swiped, it said "declined" Keepin' it a hundred You know, like two 50's combined On Craigslist like everyday If they hired, I applied I ain't got to lie, Craig, I ain't got to lie And I wouldn't change a thing because today I'm doin' fine Lost some friends along the way and found some foes They wasn't who they said they were, no dem was clones Used to have a heart that beat, now it's a stone The more money, the more problems, that's the goal Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word That's my word Niggas actin' like they in your lane Then they swerve You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain Niggas ain't gon' leach off me No, that's for sure It's a Kold World, brr brr, buy a fur I ain't never stressed to be up next I wait my turn And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned Momma used to tell me don't be scared of shit My poppa pull up to your block and clear that shit Didn't grow up on some sharin' carin' shit Momma bought them gifts, none of that Santa shit Cops and robbers, niggas knockin', blamma shit And as a teen I wasn't given nothin', wasn't handed shit Candy in a sandwich bag, sold that bitch for 5 Yeah, I went to class but I would hustle on the side My grades wasn't bad, they wasn't good, they was aight Report cards in the mail, if it was bad then I would sign Momma didn't work a 9-5, no Momma worked from 9-9, so I don't think she mind Loyalty ain't nothin' but a word That's my word Niggas actin' like they in your lane Then they swerve You can't sit with us no more, this table is reserved For niggas who deserve to eat and they gon' eat for certain Niggas ain't gon' leach off me No, that's for sure It's a Kold World, brr brr, buy a fur I ain't never stressed to be up next I wait my turn And I learned to stack up every dollar that I earned (Gang, gang) (It's a Kold World, brr brr, buy a fur) (It's a Kold World, brr brr, buy a fur) (It's a Kold World, brr brr, buy a fur) (It's a Kold World, brr brr, buy a fur) Aus Songtexte Mania