Tonart: F major•
Intro 1
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Was the money good? Was
Verse 1
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dem bitches bad?
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Was they fuckin' good?
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Did your hood show you love?
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you fly?
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If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your rollies in the sky
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For the trillest, for the
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trillest
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As the champagne
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pours
and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright
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Every night that plug, for the trillest
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See my momma cry too many tears
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And we been broke like too many years
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It ain't too many kids,
There ain't too many there
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And they all gotta eat,
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They got too many kids
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Too many kids with no fathers
Doing too many bids
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Too many bids, just gave 'em kids
Too many years
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As soon as you get that money
That's the soon they appear
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Assuming you owe 'em something they assuming you share
Verse 7
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And yeah, I've been losin'
touch with my family
It ain't the same
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I should've gave my sister some money
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I should've hit the crib with my
son and play the game
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But instead I ended up at the jeweller
to make a chain
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It's a saying saying when you make money
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It make you change
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Like four quarters, the fourth quarter,
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I make a lane
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Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin'
'bout takin' trains
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I put the work in and made a name
Verse 10
Was the money good?
Was dem bitches bad?
Was they fuckin' good?
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Did your hood show you love?
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Did the hoes say you fly?
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If your friends say you're loyal
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Throw your rollies in the sky
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For the trillest, for the
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trillest As the cham
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pagne pours and the campaign roars
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And the lights shine bright every night that plug,
Verse 11
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I never wanted to be like Mike
I wanted to be like Mitch
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Now all the lil' niggas
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wanna be like this
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I wear my chain in any city,
let you see my shit
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Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep
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my shit
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I got blood on my money,
ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling during
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Easter with no clothes?
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Now it's stars in
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the ceiling
Bringing ether out the rose
With the curtains on
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the windows
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I'm just peekin' at my ghost
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Money made me iller,
already was realer
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young kings over skrilla
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That's why I ride around mac
on me like I was Miller
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Or Reggie when I shoot
for that three
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They drop Fetty, that's good money
we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper,
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we cop Prezis and ride rim
Verse 16
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Sellin' that coke boy,
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trappin' on your note boy
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Got that buy it all money,
fuck I need a note for?
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In them school hallways,
fuck I need a note for?
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We ain't wanna go to class,
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we was sellin' coke raw
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The principal was coppin' too,
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hit him with a snowball
Verse 17
good?
Was dem bitches bad?
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Did your hood show you love?
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Did the hoes say you fly?
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C
If your friends say you're loyal
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Throw your rollies in the sky
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For the trillest, for the
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trillest
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As the champagne pours And the campaign roars
Verse 18
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And the lights shine bright
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Every night that plug, for
Verse 19
Lookin' for that intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for
Matching kicks with my
Kenzo, young nigga
Verse 20
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
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When I was on my last
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Nobody ain't tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin',
I get low
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Do my thing, they jump back
Know how that shit go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak
with the asparagus
Verse 21
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When I get that money like I married it
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1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground
I run that bitch like Harriet
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Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
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Pull up on 'em niggas that doubted me,
shit, embarrassin'
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I'm a real nigga with money,
never trash it
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You a fake nigga with money,
it's no comparison
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Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
Verse 23
And told me that I couldn't do songs
when I was battlin'
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They told me that I couldn't be
trap, I started trappin' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit
is immaculate
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I'mma just go sit up in this back again
Smoke the weed and laugh at 'em
Verse 24
Make a couple million by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twit
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ter they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter
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they say it's laxative
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Shitted on 'em Nicky voice,
did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on 'em a many on a
Verse 25
Whole
'nother level from
before now
Tell my niggas when I see a hundred
mil its going down
When I made my first mil,
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I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil,
I'm like "I need more now?"
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I
got in my zone and that money started
pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone
torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas,
we up in the store now, bitches
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