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I don't want to hope I don't want to hope, I want you now, yeah Oh, yeah They wanted me to change, ain't think this shit come with distance Experience and repititon, I always stay on my pivot I ride and smoke with my homies, I never tell 'em the vision I do my dirt by my lonely, I probably won't get a visit I'm thinkin' 'bout all my aunties and uncles, and how they're feelin' "Ray, how you get it and shit? Your parents raised you a Christian" I'm pullin' up in valet, I hop out clean and I tip 'em They let me in through the kitchen, I'm only here for some dinner Was a bench player, startin' five, bad bitches, harmonize Front row, shawty wanna go, we keep lockin' eyes Chanel low, Chanel high tide, I cannot decide Get this money, no more droppin' fours, no more droppin' fives Leavin' Prada, creepin' in Dior just to buy some slides It get low, you look like a play, it's hibachi time My shades need change and the Forgiatos crawlin' I'm lockin' down the D, I'm gettin' back on offense I'm wakin' up early just to make it to the office Blue collar, blues out the foreign, blue money A house on my wrist, invested two hundred My Chrome Heart specs clear lenses my new buffies Talkin' 'bout it get you crossed out, just do somethin' That nine to five ain't workin' for you, go move somethin' Letras de cancionesIt's common sense to tell you who got it and who frontin' That loud mouth prick with them jewels, my dude front 'em I'm flyin' bitches, chasin' the sun, it's been a minute That rappin' only added more fuel, I been that nigga I'm turnt out, outside in the mix, still in my city I feel like Weez' back in '010, I need a Bentley I need my pipe man on tour, I need a kidney You turn your back, you get fucked over, that's word to Ricky I can't leave that cup alone, I'm toxic livin' How come all the tough ass niggas the ones snitchin'? You gotta run your bankroll up to stop the bitchin' I wake her up to bags and cars with red ribbons I left ten, really wasn't trippin', her head different I'm standin' ten like Ken and passed the head nigga And real niggas, they'll never die, they party in the sky forever and ever Got money on my mind, on Monday to Monday, I can't fuck up my schedule Right now, I'm cleanin' out my closet, I just went and got an AP skele' You gotta have your footwork right when you out here tryna dance with the devil (Yeah) I been dancin' with the devil for some years, done shed many, many tears The streets done, they got me beefin' with my bro about a bitch that ain't his (Ain't his, oh, yeah), ayy And I'm done showin' all these niggas love 'cause it's never sensitive The type of money to turn yo' homie to a homicide (Yeah) Like shit ain't been the same since Lil' Drama died I done put bands on niggas' head (Yeah) Tryna paint the city red (Yeah) "Got a problem," niggas said (Yeah) Got a brother in the feds (Yeah) My other partner, he turned fed My only therapy is meds 'Cause it's fuckin' with my head Yeah, it's fuckin' with my head R-E-S-P-E-C-T, I die behind a check (Yeah) Never die behind a bitch (Yeah) The whole plan was to get rich (Yeah) I'm like money makin' Mitch (Motherfuckin' money makin' Mitch) Shit, I would ask these niggas what the fuck they on, but they ain't on shit (Yeah) And real niggas, they'll never die, they party in the sky forever and ever Got money on my mind, on Monday to Monday, I can't fuck up my schedule Right now, I'm cleanin' out my closet, I just went and got an AP skele' You gotta have your footwork right when you out here tryna dance with the devil (Yeah) Dance with the devil (Dance with the devil) I don't want to hope I don't want to hope, I want you now, yeah Oh, yeah From Letras Mania