| Girl, what you grabbing cash for?
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| All you need is your passport…
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| What you know about this life (. yeah, yeah)
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| Just relax baby get high (yeah)
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| You’re on your way to the best night ever
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| No top on the car (no top, no top)
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| We’re out with the stars (yeah)
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| You’re on your way to the best night ever
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| Bitch, don’t, mess, this, up, for, yourself
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| Uhh… yeah, uhh
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| Forgetting time, spending several minutes in her eyes
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| When in her mind it be feeling different in her thighs
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| It’s ill-advised giving hours to another broad
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| 'Cause what is love if you ain’t discover love at heart
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| A nigga thorough, she knew it before I bought her car
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| She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
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| Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection
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| Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven
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| And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection
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| Love is for optimistics, don’t you try and convince me
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| And her body is steaming, how I need it revealing
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| Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling
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| It’s so hard for civilians, thank God you with a boss
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| You found a prince without losing slippers or kissing frogs
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| Don’t get too far, just play your part, I’ll break you off
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| And one day you’ll get my all, it’s Insha’Allah. |
| Wale
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| What you know about this life (. yeah, yeah)
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| Just relax baby get high (yeah)
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| You’re on your way to the best night ever
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| No top on the car (no top, no top)
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| We’re out with the stars (yeah)
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| You’re on your way to the best night ever
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| Bitch, don’t, mess, this, up, for, yourself
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| Ugh, open your eyes wide riding in the Rolls Royce
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| Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy
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| Everybody watching while you touching real money
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| I’m only rocking with the niggas that’ll kill for me
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| My hood bitches even got them rocking heels for me
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| All the jewels on, got about a mil on me
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| They the strippers but the bitches want to feel on me
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| Third bottle, feeling like they slipped the pill on me
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| These niggas snitching, catch a case and cut a deal on me
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| So fuck a song, writing poems for the real homies
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| One life to live but they all doing life bids
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| Everybody coming home deserve a white Benz
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| Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind
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| Gucci rocking his gold Rollie, I’m rocking mine
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| Baby told me that she never memorized a verse
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| Until the day I put 100K inside her purse
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| What you know about this life (. yeah, yeah)
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| Just relax baby get high (yeah)
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| You’re on your way to the best night ever
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| No top on the car (no top, no top)
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| We’re out with the stars (yeah)
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| You’re on your way to the best night ever
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| Bitch, don’t, mess, this, up, for, yourself |