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Hop in my 5.0 Toss on something smooth Plottin' on a bigger move Real Estate in the hills Came with a master plan Went home and switched whips 30 day run in my under Touch fifty quick Figured I'd send the bitch Fucked around and made a star Top notch clientele 3k for every call We don't glamorize the game we tryin to do better Still spendin five G's on these cashmere sweaters You niggas was cupcaking We was playing Costa Mesa At the Cheesecake Factory Tip thе valet, pull off in somethin special Sеcret location, doin push-ups and swimming Six figure credit line just to bill the corporation Take heed my nigga, this a different conversation A lotta shit changed Way more crazy, but I maintained 5.0 swang Gas in my jar, gas in my car Letras de cancionesMy mama prayed hard cause her son a star Automatic start, range hella far Pull up to what used to be my lil broad Backslidin every 90 She still cool so we like close friends So much in common Smokin' and countin', tossin' gold coins in the water fountain Making wishes on em' pullin' Impalas out em' Couple foreigns I got em' Holdin' somethin about em' I often talk about em' over beats that's knockin' They legs tired from clout chasin' Eyes sore from pocket watchin' My flow amazing all this holy water around me girl you better thank the lord you found me From Letras Mania