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How's it feel to watch your bank account go from a zero To a million, I can tell you 'bout the feeling, I can tell you not Build for this shit, my nigga you should leave the building Cause when we in the building you gotta be built for real shit Real life death threats cause of my icy necklace, what You want my chain, will that take away your pain, fuck it Take my watch, my rings and my Range My 10 million dollar mortgage, you still the same lame Motherfucker that ain't want it bad as I did, you ain't rap like I did You just say it how you would, but when we talking platinum nigga wood is no good Born and raised in L.A, we was 'Boyz N tha Hood' Yeah, I been turnt up, I been the noise in the hood Boys with the boys, jumping out on boys from the bush Yeah, now the hardest choice I make is which one should I push The Bentley or the Roll Royce, I grew up and got more toys I'm forever 'bout whatever yeah we ready for war I ain't dancing on the dope, what I'm selling is pure You fascinated with the flow I'm masturbating I'm stroking my ego, we know you mad I made it Being broke'll make you evil, the love of money will do the same Who to blame, either way I need a new Bugatti You been hating for a minute you need a new hobby You ain't getting paid off that shit, you better lay off that shit, bruh I fell in love making it rain on that bitch bruh Letras de cancionesFell outta love I can't complain about that shit tho You see my son yeah he the best of me, give him all the good of me Give y'all what's left in me, uh Appetite for destruction, I got the recipe Everybody eats, but we'll get to that later, let's get to this paper Cause you ain't doing shit 'til you get to these haters Am I getting to you niggas, you getting rich off hating? Shit, then tell me how's it feel to watch your bank account go from a zero To a million, I can tell you 'bout the feeling, I can tell you not Build for this shit, my nigga you should leave the building Cause when we in the building you gotta be built for real shit Real life death threats I'm the overnight success what You want my fame, will that take away your pain, fuck it Take my watch, my ring and my Range My 10 million dollar mortgage, you still the same lame Motherfucker that ain't want it bad as I did, you ain't rap like I did Ain't have to scrap like I did, ask them niggas from the set you ain't get back like I did When they lying on you sit back and laugh like I did Was my whole career you idea, why they hate me nigga I have no idea Back when I had no I.D they knew my name, all I ever knew how to do was do my thing Hate me now, motherfucker From Letras Mania