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Uh, I still say money feel better than love, huh Uh, I still say— yo, yo I told myself and then I went and showed myself You see, I ran it up quick, it's the least I owed myself Invest in yourself, my nigga, that's how you hold your wealth For the love of your children, that's who you owe yourself to I was dealt a bad hand, that's how my cards were shuffled Flaws and all, except that these women tell me my scars perfection On defence, this gun'll blow off a large intestine If the beef's stickin' this on your head, wе offer extra You can't check mе, I'm awkward, I box Lefty They should just give me a GRAMMY 'cause my shit rock heavy They mad 'cause I'm rich off some shit that they not When I give 'em headstarts 'cause niggas is not ready I built up my empire, I see you niggas inspired I'm grinding just so when I turn thirty I could retire But I won't, shit, I'll prolly be thirty spitting that fire With a bad bitch like Cuban Link boosted my high-up Off of me, everything in the world you still couldn't buy us We can post up in they hood and they still wouldn't try it Every time a body drop, I'm saying "Hi" to a pilot What type of foreign I'm driving? I still ain't decide it I feel as though these niggas ain't real as they rhyming Remember rocking Goodwill shit, heating up ramen Some niggas really be on they shit, that's just the timing Letras de cancionesI hold up my wrist and it flash, that's just the diamonds, uh There was a chandelier hanging over the whip (Yeah, yeah) In the dealership, when I saw that bitch, so I bought that bitch Quick trip to the runshop, had to Air Force this bitch Sun came out, dropped the top, no bra on this bitch Dude, Carters broaden my whip so raw he was sick That's a shame, don't get tagged a lame Hearts follow the leader, my nigga, on the money train It's all fun and games 'til 'em niggas came Windows rolled down, shots rang Lessons taught, dead niggas ain't learn a thing I'm drunk off champagne, long way from hunger pains Eastside, they know the slang, Chevy on gold things Vintage Mercedes, gold wings, Styles part play low, man (Yeah) I still say— I can still say— Yeah, I still say— Huh, I still say— Huh, I still say money feel better than love I still say— (Oh-oh) I can still say— I still say— Yo, I came from public housing, sleeping on people couches Pork and beans on the stove top, wearing each other outfits Way back, way before all these new rappers was even out yet (Wasn't even out) They was texting my jack, "Where you at?" when they needed ounces I just needed an outlet (The plug) Uh, I gotta break out the habit of showing love to people that changed I just think the person they was, I guess it come with success (I guess) Everybody can't come, some may get left, dah ha Right off the porch just to sling dope on the steps and we was (Woo) Hungry like orphans, that's how we got into theft (That's all) I done stacked me a fortune up, uh You see how I directed my own orchestra I came a long way from just posting up on Mourdemar, uh Buffalo warriors, sure enough You hear this real shit and feel the euphoria (Feel that shit, nigga) Uh, I'm sick of new niggas thinking that they them niggas now (Tell y'all) Especially the ones who used to go to the store for us Wish y'all luck We young thugs, we thugs Give me a hug, fuck it Roll up a dub, fuck it Pour up something in it Real shit From Letras Mania