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Yeah I remember the way it used to be Money used to look at me funny It wasn't used to me Tried to holla at hoes, hoes was so rude to me I was like "I ain't rich right now bitch but I'm soon to be" I'm in my Cadillac Biarritz I'm comin dine Yo shit aight but have you seen what I done to mine (check out my shit) Holdin' slab like Don Ke eight cars with one key I am 8-3-2, 2-8-1 and 7-1-3 I turned two into four, and then four into mo' I can't sleep I'm like shit I might as well go get some mo' Gotta pay me what I'm worth won't be no show for the low They say money make me act funny I suppose I'm a hoe Bad bitch used to laugh at me I remember this shit Now she saved in my phone as "I can't remember this bitch" Mr. Lee you my nigga but I been knew you was a bitch All that stealin' you was doin' how the fuck I'm still rich I'm goin up I remember way back when I knocked but y'all wouldn't let me in It wasn't my time I was feelin so low Shit done changed 'cause now I'm on So much money on my phone I ain't got time for y'all no mo' I'm just goin' up Throwing money in the sky I'm just goin' up 'Till I die I'm jut goin' up Poppin' bottles gettin' high Almost throwin' up I can't drive R-I-P to Nipsey his hustle was so strong The marathon will continue real niggas won't postpone It ain't a Nipsey in every city, there are no clones Just be yourself and if you're able then put your bros on Got 200 on the dash, I'm doin' half of that Yeah this check so big, at the deposit they not cashin' that They like "Ro ain't that the 50 how the fuck you packin' that?" Nah I can't aim that good but bet I'm gone hit what I'm blastin' at Sometime I think I'm a comedian, I'm funny to me What I thought was money back then, nah that ain't money to me I have no diploma, but scholarships be coming for me Too big to shit on somebody just 'cause they done it to me They don't respect you at the bottom They ignore you in the middle Then they hate you when you get on top Well I been up here for a minute and I don't plan on coming down Get off my dick because this shit won't stop I'm goin' up I remember way back when I knocked but y'all wouldn't let me in It wasn't my time I was feelin so low Shit done changed 'cause now I'm on So much money on my phone I ain't got time for y'all no mo' I'm just goin' up Throwing money in the sky I'm just goin' up 'Till I die I'm jut goin' up Poppin' bottles gettin' high Almost throwin' up I can't drive
Writer(s): Julius Jerome Dunbar, Joseph Wayne Mcvey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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