| Ooh, ooh
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| Z-O get off, get off
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| Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
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| Let me get off, get off
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| Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
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| Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Z-O get off, get off
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| Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
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| Let me get off, get off
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| Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
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| Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off
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| I said I had to get off, so what you think I’m doing?
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| Blue faces, buying gold, always been a Bruin
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| Except for when they losing, then I gotta keep it moving
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| People asking what I’m doing, money convos keep it fluent
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| Claiming you hard but you cracking up
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| I’m with your girl when she back it up
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| Pass me the sticks and I’m acting up, knocking it out and she ti-ti-ti-tapping
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| up
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| Do it for fans and the clapping up
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| Walking in Gucci, they rack it up
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| I swear these Benjamin’s standing up
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| I put 'em to sleep when I’m stacking up
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| Mo' money, got less problems
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| People looking like, «How about it?»
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| You rent it, I buy it
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| Diamonds wet but they never clouded
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| I’m a rebel, them Bs rowdy
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| Best believe we 'bout to bout it
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| Best believe my piece a stallion
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| Balling hard with no boundaries
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Z-O get off, get off
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| Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
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| Let me get off, get off
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| Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
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| Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Z-O get off, get off
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| Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
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| Let me get off, get off
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| Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
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| Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off
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| Sit back, sit back, sit back turn the music up
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| Straight crack, I spit that, but nah homie, I ain’t talking drugs
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| I ain’t on the corner, I ain’t selling rock, I ain’t selling rock banging with
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| the thugs
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| I be on the court, yeah I push the rock
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| Cause balling, balling, balling what I love
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| Pay attention, listen closely I won’t say it twice
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| Married to the game, I ten-two it like that thang my wife
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| I put in early mornings, yeah, and I’m grinding late night
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| Shooting 2s and 3s, but nah homie, I ain’t talking dice
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| Working on my game, I tune it up just like a bike
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| But you can catch me in the G, and you know it’s all-white
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| On the court I’m making plays, and in the booth I’m making slappers
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| I always kept it real, I ain’t never been no actor
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Z-O get off, get off
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| Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
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| Let me get off, get off
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| Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
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| Hey, I came this far, you know I had to get off
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Z-O get off, get off
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| Hey, woah, yeah, hey, woah
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| Let me get off, get off
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| Hey, diamonds on my neck and wrist, they get off
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| Hey, I had no choice you know I had to get off |