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Did I think to tell you How sweet, you are Ooh how lucky I am To be... Back then I wasn't worried 'bout them A's and B's I was focused on making all the money (Let's Go!) Day dreaming of myself in that Maserati With my first love I was tryna make her wifey But thank god I dodged a bullet like Neo I was just a youngin' thought the love was for real Eventually I picked up a pen and pad and I was glad Took another path became the real deal This how I felt back in them adolescent days Fam struggling I'm tryna take the stress away They say money ain't thе key to happiness But I'm tryna get thе bank and safe locked everyday All gas no breaks I just go 'Cause the road get bumpy everyone tryna win the race Never caught an L, yeah I'm here to stay Y'all better remember my name, 'cause All these lames always shit talk on the phone 'Cause I got they main bitch giving top on the low All that hating shit, yeah that couldn't be me I ain't with all that Jazz like Karl Malone I'm way to busy 'cause labels call on the phone Letras de cancionesIf ain't a milli then better leave me alone I've seen stranger things in the trap like the show And I'm just tryna get away like I'm shoveling snow Bitch come here lemme nut in your throat (Yeah!) I hit it one time then you gotta go I got a 44 that's the pistol I tote And she laughing at my face I ain't telling no joke Shoot the lights out like Carmelo Told my side hoe do not come to the show I'm throwing all these bullets like Pat Mahomes Bird and Kalon Mac, better watch the throne Just to let you know I fucked you bitch on the low I had to tell you 'bout that your girl is a hoe That's your bitch then why she give me head I love her but she playing with my head I got her booty shaking on my bed It hurt but I can't take back what I said 44 bullets that are flying at your head You're never coming back and that's that, you are dead Bitch! From Letras Mania