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If you ever thought I was going broke You thought wrong, my nigga If you ever think I was falling off f*ck you, then That boy Cassius! Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed We in Miami on Biscayne Forty-thousand for the big face And they want another fifty-thousand to bust it down I've been doing this shit since sixth grade Teachers told me I would never make No money off these words Now I'm not worried 'bout nobody Told that same teacher, "Look at me" And I didn't go to college We 'bout to party just like Rick James Old Nat, I'm up by Biscayne (I'm up on Old Nat) Albert Einstein, I'm insane But I'm a fool with them numbers On the corner with some lumber (Hey, hey) In the trap, got off a whole thang (Got off a whole thang) I flushed it all when them folks came (Ayy, when them folks come) Aye, I might sacrifice a two just, so I can make ten Got it out the street, made my name in the pavement (Ayyy) I wasn't in the club, put it up, I was savin' Yeah, I love my plug, he show love, he not racist (He not racist) Came home, saw a million, then I made some (Made some money) Never switch shit up, I'm the same Quan (Rich Homie!) Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed (No, no, no) We in Miami on Biscayne Forty-thousand for the big face And they want another fifty-thousand to bust it down I've been doing this shit since sixth grade Teachers told me I would never make (Oh, no, no) No money off these words Now I'm not worried 'bout nobody (Yeah, ayy, ayy!) Told that same teacher, "Look at me" And I didn't go to college (That right, too!) My only friend is a Ben Frank I wanted money just like Kinte Hustling hard to keep the rent paid Told mama close the door, 'cause I'm jumpin' off the porch My only mission is to get paid (Gotta get paid) Lock that money in a big safe Ain't no tint up on the cars So I know they know it's me (They know it's me) I ain't never had shit, I wear my watch when I go to sleep I put a lil' money in my smile That the reason I show my teeth (Say cheese!) And I can afford to pay a nigga a couple a thousand a month Just to roll up my weed (That right, too!) I got my money, moved out the hood, can you blame me, nigga? Money made, but I'm the same me, nigga (Rich Homie!) Don't let that money fool ya, boy, ain't shit changed (No, no, no) We in Miami on Biscayne Forty-thousand for the big face (Forty thou, yeah) And they want another fifty-thousand just to bust it down I've been doing this shit since sixth grade (Oh, no, yeah, yeah) Teachers told me I would never make (No, no, no) No money off these words Now I'm not worried 'bout nobody (Yeah, ayy, ayy) Told that same teacher, "Look at me" And I didn't go to college (Ayy, that right, too!)
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