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Just lost one-point-five mil', okay, big deal I pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk) I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget) I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist) They wanna see me go down, but I am not goin' I am not finished, I'm in the Guinness I'm in position to open the doors for all of my niggas I made the chicken And by the time that I counted it up, I had already spent it Why would I go back and forth with these niggas when I got the Wimbledon on playin' tennis? Funny how they ain't think that I could make it at all How am I the one who's makin' it all? Young nigga went from breakin' the law To sittin' with the ones who's makin' the law Independent, still no label involved Had politicians up at Stadium, dog I ain't got shit to say to you, dog I ain't got shit to—, huh I know who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget 'em So many people are dead to me, now let me pour out some liquor Hold up, moment of silence Man, man, fuck all that shit, let me get back to wildin' (Wildin') Just lost one-point-five mil', okay, big deal Letras de cancionesI pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk) I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget) I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist) 'Kay, I signed the lease, it was the least I could do Keepin' whips for like a season or two Put my mama in a Bimmer or two Whole city had to see what I do Had to show 'em I could see this shit through Every hater in the city converted Money turned me to a whole 'nother person P.O. askin' me when am I returnin' Island hoppin' with the top joints She had missed calls from my favorite rapper I just had to get the money first I said fuck the fame, them niggas got that shit backwards It was never ever clout I was after I got a check and a plaque now Don't even know how to act now Pray I'm never comin' back down, it's good luck Just lost one-point-five mil', okay, big deal (Okay, big deal) I pop too much champagne to cry about spilled milk (To cry about spilled milk) I saw who switched when this shit hit the fan and I'll never forget (And I'll never forget) I treated losin' an M like a slap on the wrist (Slap on the wrist) From Letras Mania