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Ballin' hard, need a stat-sheet I got good gas, don't match me I pull up and I make catastrophe My new bitch she say that she mad at me (Ayy) Pac-Man chasing after me (Ayy) Do the money dance, Happy Feet When I get up they all clap for me I don't even talk, my bitch brag for me Life's too short for me to give a fuck, oh Life's too short for me to give a fuck, oh I'm living it up, I can't wait 'til tomorrow Feel like Lavar, all my brothers they ball If I'ma die, I'ma do what I want But I still give all my credit to God 2017, lost the house and a job 2018, lost my brother and mind 2019, I almost lost my life 2020, lost my grandma and cried When I made it out, I looked up to the sky Took a trip to Japan and found purpose in life Circled by all the serpents in disguise Fell down to the bottom and started to rise (Ooh) I got my money sealed with the vacuum, ayyy SongtexteGirl I kept it real when I ain't have to, ayy I could of lied to your face Sippin' grace while I throw some wood into the fireplace It's still BNG even though we richer, ayy These niggas copying me like a printer, ayy I'm Thanos and y'all the avengers, ayy Pay close attention to people that don't clap when you winnin' I got me an accountant to keep track of all these racks I'm spendin' Life's too short for me to give a fuck, oh Life's too short for me to give a fuck, oh I'm living it up, I can't wait 'til tomorrow Feel like Lavar, all my brothers they ball If I'ma die, I'ma do what I want But I still give all my credit to God Aus Songtexte Mania