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Success, that’s what it feel like Money, that’s what it look like You can’t imagine this shit You confined to this You’re not built like this Wiz Khalifa (yea) DJ Holiday (yea) (Yea yea yea yea) Yea It’s that Taylor Gang shit It’s that commission shit (Yea yea yea yea yea) Ye ain’t bout that life nigga I’m all about the money Yea uh Standin’ on the couches blowin’ on some ounces Shit from out the country can’t even pronounce it Another 100k I got that all from tourin’ Throw it in the air just to let em know im ballin’ Get the hotel treat it like its residential Classic with no diamonds in my presidential Take a look at me and you can tell I’m paid Makin all these faces no Stevie J Smokin weed, my hoodie and my leather on I got a mill just need some shit to bet it on I got some tree to smoke so they gone let us burn Letras de cancionesThe waitress bringin bottles I’m just yellin church Standin’ on the couches blowin’ on some grass These niggas talkin’ shit but hate will never last Look at my section vip we showin class Kush in every joint Pierre Jouet in every glass You know I’m about that shit Niggas hatin every day that’s why they doubt that shit If we smokin need a ounce of that shit And I never ever leave the crib without that shit You know I’m about that shit Niggas hatin every day thats why they doubt that shit If we smokin need a ounce of that shit And I never ever leave the crib without that shit You know I’m about that Ain’t never worried bout fallin off cuz I’mma bounce back Uh, where yo ounce at? You talkin bout yo fuckin car but where house at? Yea, im gettin cheese thoe Walk up in the club they treat me like I’m nino Uh, sippin moet Got a couple cars that I ain’t even drove yet Yea, where’s the champaign? Told my jeweler put some diamonds in my damn ring Club lookin dry make it rain for em Face another drink call that a brainstorm Tatted from my feet up, vip we meet up Gotta pour some liquor, gotta roll some weed up Then feel are face we get are plates and eat up Keep bringin ace this ain’t a race but if it was we’d be first place You know I’m about that shit Niggas hatin every day that’s why they doubt that shit If we smokin need a ounce of that shit And I never ever leave the crib without that shit You know I’m about that shit Niggas hatin every day that’s why they doubt that shit If we smokin need a ounce of that shit And I never ever leave the crib without that shit Yea, make sure you get your tickets To the 2050 tour Come get your lungs right Leave that booth weed at the crib Real shit, it’s the hardest rap tour since Jay Z and them niggas was on the road In the hard not life and shit like that Shout out to all the fans man Everybody know all the murks Making sure they front row at the show, I’ll see yall Make sure you pick up ONIFC too man December 4th, we ain’t gon let yall down Got exactly what you been waiting for Smoking the biggest cookie joint I ever had in my life But that’s for me and you to know It’s Cabin Fever 2 Taylor Gang or die Shout out to them Taylors man, them real Taylors Some are foreign From Letras Mania