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Straight out the dungeons of rap Where fake nigga don't make it back Hey, hey, ugh Gossip from those that barely knew my name I guess they figured I changed witht his new found fame Or this new damn chain I'm in the new damn lane Now my money taller than Shaq stacked with two Yao Mings But never mind haters girl I won't bring you round lames Rather bring you round Hov Let you meet Bron James Sit you up at VIP and let you sip Champagne Watch the them jealous hoes peeking Mad they just can't hang If that's the ishh you into This life is funny cause despite the money Nothing stops the rain from pouring Life ain't always bright and sunny Nothng stops the pain, you just ignore it And keep fighting hunny So much drive, ain't no cop alive can take my license from me I'm swerving on em, fast lane Feyettnaim lifestyle, foot down on the gas man Passport tight now, I'm leaving on the last plane Balling was my first love you can't have my last name I said, balling was my first love you can't have my last name From Letras Mania