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Just as quick as your run started, the wins become losses 'Cause all your workers thought they was the bosses Now they finger pointing at each other tryna figure out who fault it is I'm in the vault listening to vinyl, appreciating art As the value appreciates on my 1975 Porsche Plain Jane Rolly, took the target top off The sunset was picturous Tennis bracelet and the chain made the complete set She wore that under that dress and nothing else I'm having her and all this weed to myself She don't smoke but she sip top shelf Plus she cook like a fuckin' top chef Sign the dotted line on the jet Changed my momma life, I just endorsed the check What could be left? What haven't I driven yet? Five star suite I haven't slept in yet Four game strange stretch, had the series swept Six seven eight series Bimmers and they all factory fresh Done everything clean but I'm a motherfuckin' mess East side Just as quick as your run started, all them wins become losses 'Cause all your workers thought they was the bosses Now they finger pointing tryna figure out who fault it is Homie, just as quick as your run started, those wins become losses 'Cause all your workers thought they was the bosses Now they finger pointing tryna figure out who fault it is From Letras Mania