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Cardo Got Wings Oh, they know that shit around 4-1 I don’t sell dreams, ‘cause I’m too busy livin’ ‘em And I don’t flash stacks, ‘cause I’m too busy flippin’ ‘em (Yeah) Watch forty G’s at the minimum (Forty) Ask about Pay, since a youngin’, I been killin’ ‘em (Yuh) Don’t bring dude around me, his vibe – I ain’t feelin’ him (Nah) I know a snake before it hiss, when it strike, just hope it miss I can’t hold convos with niggas on that [hobo?] shit I just used a condo for merch, I’m on some focused shit (Yeah) BYLUG the label, 2-6 what I’m rollin’ with Pockets on some swollen shit, Patek on some frozen shit (Whew!) Niggas blowin’ money every day, I’m like what goal is this? Niggas tryna spend the most, I’m out here tryna get the most Write a check and get a Ghost, on me, you gon’ get approached (Yuh) By a crazy-lookin’ nigga, I suggest you pay him, bro (Please) Lil boys say the most, grown men say the least Paid the cost to be the boss, got my invoice and my receipt, nigga Money don’t make you no realer But I rather be a real rich nigga than a real broke nigga Two choices growin’ up: a job or dope dealer (Which one?) Made myself a boss, I answer to no nigga Letras de cancionesI don’t need it on the flyer, they gon’ know we in town (Oh, they know) They gon’ know we in town (Yeah) I don’t know flash money or guns, but they know it’s around (Yeah, they know) Oh, they know it’s around I fronted work to have-nots, so they can have knots (Uh) Now, I’m on the Ave in the Benz with the ragtop Sippin’ Louis XIII out a red cup (Yuh) Plottin’ on a black ‘Rrari with the red guts (Yeah) I was baggin’ rigs up way before Exotic started wholesalin’ Saw some different profit (Yuh) No time for the gossip Hit me up when you find a better topic Like how to make money while vacatin’ at the tropics (Boy) I’m on some family wealth shit, you on some all-for-self shit So, tell me how you broke, but you greedy and you're selfish? (How?) Let that be a lesson, bruh, you fuck your own blessings up (You) Burnin’ bridges with niggas that would’ve helped you level up (Dummy) Back when I would peddle dust, a nigga used to settle much Rockin’ a rubber band, but wishin’ I was Bezel’d up So, I started grindin’ tough, now I’m shinin’ diamonds up (Yeah) Niggas change on you when they see you climbin’ up (Fuck ‘em!) Money don’t make you no realer But I rather be a real rich nigga than a real broke nigga Two choices growin’ up: a job or dope dealer (Which one?) Made myself a boss, I answer to no nigga I don’t need it on the flyer, they gon’ know we in town (Oh, they know) They gon’ know we in town (Yeah) I don’t know flash money or guns, but they know it’s around (Yeah, they know) Oh, they know it’s around From Letras Mania