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[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This the realest shit I ever said (DJ Khaled!)
They don’t want us to make it
They want us miserable, they want us broke
They wanna finish us
They don’t want us to win (another one)
So we gon’ win more pon dem bumboclaat

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
They don’t wan see mi mek it
Everyday, another ghetto yute haffi leg it
Dem a just neglected
All dem try on a set, none a dem couldn’t set it
Dem nuh wan see we mek it
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we mek it
Turn dem and we set it
Every hour mi win, dem nuh don’t wan mi see get it

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see we win

[Verse 2: Stefflon Don]
Dem badmind and jealous
Dem a pree mi ting, a wish bad fi it
But God blessings, a God mi seh
God blessings, a God mi seh
Every night, mi a pray to Jah, me seh
Dem nuh really badmind like dem, no
Clean heart a win everyday, good over evil a wan mi seh
Fuck all dem badmind people dem
Dem all dirty, dem all dirty, yeah
Dem nuh don’t wan see we win
People hot and badmind, dem nuh wan see we win
Dem a chat ’bout mi ting
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting
Dem nuh wan see we win, dem nuh wan see we win
Chat dem a chat ’bout mi ting but
Not a penny dem have inna dem bank book

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting

[Verse 3: Stefflon Don]
You nah fi ask if I got it like dat
Fresh, ever clean, everyting haffi match
Money haffi spend but the money come back
Batty fat, belly fat, everyting just a drop
Ever just make it like dat
Mi haffi carry nuff pressure pon mi back
Mi momma get nuff lick fi from mi daddy
So mi haffi make sure that she have it
So try chat to mi, chat to mi
Nuh a dem gyal a can’t chat to mi
Chat patois if you can, then nuh chat to mi
Face pretty but yuh inside damn ugly
So gwan yam batty
Likkle girl, go find your baby daddy
Hmmm, we can’t find nowhere
Look a job and ready, drop a sleep
The fucka wish dem a me

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Big mi up pon the lean, star
But we know that the fussy dem nuh don’t like we
Dem wan itch up, itch up in a corner
But they just wan spite we

[Chorus: Stefflon Don]
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan, dem nuh wan see mi win
Dem nuh wan see mi win
Chat dem a chat but dem nah do a ting

[Outro: DJ Khaled]
Some bwoy dem a choose evil
We choose Jah
They played themselves
You can’t stop what’s destined in the wind
Stefflon Don, they wanna finish you
They want you broke, they want you miserable
So make sure you become a billionaire

[Intro]
Ayo, It’s crunch time niggas in 9, come get yo dick slime
Noreaga, there ain’t no ho running through my bloodline
Jet set what bitches gone bench, they swinging bullets
Government give me your money, cash, I don’t want checks

[Verse]
I ain’t never flopped, ask about me If you want
If you see me in the bank, come bout to fuck a couple racks
Ay, heads turn when I enter, got the best furs to your mister
But I want him he ain’t got shit, I’m a big bird not slender
Juice drip, collard greens, dirty money, pussy clean
T.E. bit, need it like a dumpling while I’m coming pee
On your knees (hot one), pretty like Flacko Jodye
Eat this pussy like it’s finger lickin’ chicken on a molies

[Hook]
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ shit
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run bitch

[Verse 2]
Get’ em up, lick’ em down, they don’t want these problems now
Get these hoes see me, they see me but they don’t want me round
Keep your crown clown, I’ma done what the bloodclaat
Me nuh talk, I leave fishes swimmin’ in a blood bath
Let’ em marinade then fry ’em until they turn soft
Ejaculate on bitches tell them fi lick the cum off
Who she think she really playin’ with
I’m that kid with no patience, I ain’t playing bitch
Talking lips moving quick but ain’t saying shit
Dark knight, dim the light cause they aging quick

[Hook]
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run
Bitches steady trippin’, they be hatin’ cause I’m stuntin’
When I pull up they be dippin’ out, these hoes ain’t sayin’ nothin’
Rule number one, never fuck with a Don
Shots to your bun, if I’m coming better run bitch

[Intro]
Don, uh

[Verse]
Bitch, I been finessin’ since the eighth grade
But now I’m gettin’ paid just to show face
If your nigga bummy, tell that nigga skate
Most my bitches hoes but they never fake
Still won’t pay the bill, even if I ate
I don’t pay for meals, I don’t go on dates
But I still get the cake ate
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
Toes on my page, livin’ out my case
Block, b-b-blockin’ that same pace
Bitch, I’m pretty, but I’m big parkin’
This ain’t ordinary, got the guards watchin’
This ain’t ordinary, ask my nigga Drake
He told me I’m the realest and them bitches fake
Never play the bench, I don’t play it safe
Don’t cut your nose just to spite your face
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Like I be chillin’ fuckin’ with the real estate
You never set trends if you don’t take risks
This ain’t my opinion, this a practice

[Chorus]
Secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag secure, secure, secure
The bag
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Not everybody wanna see who win the race
I work hard just to lock this
I pray to God that he got this
I stay livin’ and I’m learnin’ every day
Not everybody wanna see who win the race
I work hard just to lock this
I pray to God that he got this

[Intro: Future]
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head
Free Bandz
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread
Steff, what up?
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck
Grimez

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles (struggles)
They don’t know my pain (they don’t know my pain)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (almost went insane)
They don’t know the hustle (hustle)
They can’t feel my pain (they can’t feel my pain)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis)
Gucci, Gucci (Gucci)
Louis, Louis, Louis (yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (diamonds on my neck)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I got these bitches goin’ cray)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (and I got them all singin’)

[Verse 1: Stefflon Don & Future]
Pull up on your block, got you wishin’ that I was dead (woo)
Heard that they been comin’, I been waitin’ in the sunset (oh, no)
I be with my niggas all day, bet you can thumb press (yeah, yeah)
Thing go brrrr, good, got that grrrr, that’s your blood check (na, na, na)
Yeah, I don’t know about that (they heard them gunshots)
I don’t know why they mad, I’m just doin’ all I can (yeah, yeah)
Keep it all comin’, I got it, I serve it, and run and fuck they heads off
Pullin’ up, bill it up, run it up, fuck it up, you should know I got it, yeah
Ooh, they can’t walk in my shoes (what they want from me?)
You know what is is (what you want from me? I gave it all I had)
Diamonds on my neck and my wrist (I gave it all I had)

[Pre-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
They don’t know my struggles
They don’t know my pain (what they want from me?)
They don’t know how many times I almost went insane (what they want from me?)
They don’t know the hustle
They can’t feel my pain (I gave it all I had)
That’s why I’m cashin’ out and I spend racks on racks on racks (I gave it all I had)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
On Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Verse 2: Future]
They don’t know my struggles (sheesh)
They don’t know my pain (what you want from me?)
They don’t know ’bout them nights I damn near went insane (what you want from me?)
I’m goin’ crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My diamonds doin’ [?], yeah, yeah (I gave it all I had)
My cash bringin’ drama, drama, drama, drama (what you want from me?)
Went and bought a Rolls-Royce for my baby mama (what you want from me?)
My checks stay on fleek, they call that a Hannah Montana (I gave it all I had)
My ATMs SD bitch, I fuck my [?damn best] (I gave it all I had)
Yeah, I get racks on racks on racks (what you want from me?)
I fuck Gucci, I put animals on my back, my back (what you want from me?)
Bought that Cuban dollar collar, got a bag at Saks (I gave it all I had)
I bust a rich bitch, but my diamonds ain’t gon’ win my set, yeah (I gave it all I had)
I fell in love, my money gettin’ head (what you want from me?)
I got you chillin’ on my bed spread (what you want from me?)
My niggas in the feds, my niggas on deck (what you want from me?)
Postin’ choppers on the ‘gram and now we stay relate (I gave it all I had)
I came from the bottom, I can’t let no groupie get in my head (what you want from me?)
And they keep me on the blogs for shit I never said (what you want from me?)
Only bought a Presidential for my Pateks (I gave it all I had)
20 chains around my neck, yeah (what you want from me?)
Christian Loub’s will drive you crazy (what they want from me?)
Birkin bags for my main lady (I gave it all I had)
I can’t front, this rap can’t save me (I gave it all I had)

[Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Post-Chorus: Stefflon Don & Future]
Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (what they want from me?)
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (what you want from me?)
I got these bitches goin’ cray
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)
I got ’em all singin’
Gucci, Gucci
Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had)

[Outro: Future]
What they want from me?
What the fuck you want from me?
I gave it all I had
I gave you all I had
What you want from me?
What you want from me?
I gave you all I had
I gave you all I had
What the fuck you want from me?
What the fuck theyu want from me?
I gave ’em all I had
I gave ’em all I had

[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what [?]

[Verse: Stefflon Don]
Why everyone in was in [?]
Reposition tit, when it hit the clip, dip, dip
Pussy drippin’ like a broken tap stroke in from the back
Bullseye, on my fat back make it clap clap
Belly fat, uh, stretchmarks on Adidas
Pull in on, on that weight, we don’t reclips money come off
Came [?] baby boy just cool off
But my nails did dope about a gel tape glow
Is she leavin’ why she leavin’ with no funds (that’s dumb)
If he playin’ rock the boy and show it strugs (hold on)
Don’t forget to find a bitch and bangarap
Until the bitch is fucking lit so she’s on level up

[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what

[Verse: Fekky]
[?]

[Chorus: Fekky]
Ay, strike a pose, ay, everything you can get, everything fraud
Push it back touch your toes, No, I stunt on my phone
Bitch please wash my clothes, they was hatin’ we don’t throw
[?] tip ghost
Oh my, oh my day, hey
[?]
Pussy lickin like what