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[Intro: Dia Frampton]
Why do you let us hate one another just for the dollar?
Did you lose your heart in the darkness, deep in your pocket?
No, I don’t care of the price I’d pay
I don’t wanna spend my life that way
Tell me is the pain that you’re causin’ worth what you profit?

[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, they say that money don’t buy happiness, just beautiful things
But I wouldn’t mind the extra time and piece of mind that it brings
I wouldn’t mind if I could afford AC in the spring
Or for the heat in the winter, not being bitter but they live like kings
And here we are in one bedroom we could barely afford
Hang your sheets up on the walls just to mimic the doors
Can barely afford to pay for a Ford, why you pay for your Porsche?
See, where I’m from nobody makes it to Forbes
And I’m so tired of this dead-end job
While I was workin’ last night, my fuckin’ car got robbed
There’s glass everywhere, I’m searchin’ for the things I lost
All the things I bought
You steal from me just to cut your cost
My mom’s worked her whole life just to get me a life to live
So I spilled my fuckin’ soul and gave everything I could give
I think we can agree that Sallie Mae is a bitch
And there’s gotta be more to life than this
Why do you let us—

[Chorus: Dia Frampton]
Why do you let us hate one another just for the dollar?
Did you lose your heart in the darkness, deep in your pocket?
No, I don’t care of the price I’d pay
I don’t wanna spend my life that way
Tell me is the pain that you’re causin’ worth what you profit?

[Verse 2: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, another day, another bill, lately hatin’ how I feel
Need a tax refund just to buy a fuckin’ meal
Your follows on your social’s essential for signin’ deals
Man, it’s crazy how a fake affects a room full of real
My boss told me, “Turn tables,” I told him, “Tables will turn”
When I’m laughin’ at: What I make in a day is more than you earn
The waiters start to laugh like to mention that is absurd
But they never focus their vision, their vision focus is blurred
And they think I’m out of my mind, or ahead of my time
Or I’m the one that grinds and puts himself on the line
To learn how to win, you have to lose a hundred times
Honestly, I think that losin’ is better than not tryin’
They say, “Make money, don’t let the money make you”
The question is, what if it’s the only thing to save you?
Would you sell your soul for a price if they paid you?
Or would you keep it real and stay you?
Why do you let us—

[Chorus: Dia Frampton]
Why do you let us hate one another just for the dollar?
Did you lose your heart in the darkness, deep in your pocket?
No, I don’t care of the price I’d pay
I don’t wanna spend my life that way
Tell me is the pain that you’re causin’ worth what you profit?

[Verse 3: Witt Lowry]
Yeah, I know that money don’t buy happiness, but buys you more material shit
Then rewordin’ how I think and what it means to be rich
I used to think it meant to flex a Rolex on my wrist
Feels bad to take more than you give, lately, hate how we live
I never want to become the face that I hate
When the man in the mirror will laugh and spit in my face
And tell me that the money has made me another fake
I’ve been drownin’ in my mind and my money’s been addin’ weight
Oh Lord, oh Lord, please save me
I should have known that somethin’ man-made couldn’t make me
I say I’m makin’ music, or is music what creates me?
I never have an answer, same question every day
See, when we pass on, all our things are passed on to the next
Everything we didn’t do is everything we regret
Every day we fuckin’ work for this worthless check
If you’re not happy, you’re forever in debt
You’re forever in debt

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[Intro]
I’m addicted to the fast life
I was broke, now that’s my past life

[Pre-Chorus]
I got a diamond necklace, diamond bracelet (Yeah)
Bad bitch, ass done, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing (Yeah)
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right (Spendin’ all this cash)

[Verse 1]
I’ve been blowin’ cash, I been smokin’ gas
I just took a half, I gave the other half to Cash
Remember when I rang her down, and she ain’t call me back
Now when I’m in my city, bitches don’t know how to act
This famous shit feel wack now, gotta trace my tracks now
Cameras on attack now, bitches sneakin’ snaps now
Try me, you get clapped, we in the club without a pat-down
Told ’em not to worry, body still won’t put the MAC down
X to the O, snipin’ hoes, designer clothes, bags of, dope
Lambos, Rangers, Roves, lots of gun smoke
When the fast life stress me out, the drink make it slow

[Pre-Chorus]
Diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
Bad bitch, ass done, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right

[Verse 2]
Smoke inside my ride, pull up to the vibe
Red all in my eyes, screamin’, “Fuck the other side”
We winnin’, you can’t lie, yeah, we certified
I ain’t scared to die, screamin’, “Fuck the other side”
I just bumped into a bitch I fucked the other night
She said “hi” and I said “bye”, yeah, I’m laughin’ while she cryin’
I been gettin’ money, runnin’ out of shit to buy
But there’s lots of drugs to try, get codeine and get some Sprite
Turned the studio to a trap, left the Rex and I ain’t goin’ back
Where the crack and all the straps at? It wasn’t cool to wear a knapsack
In the hallways playin’ Blackjack, skipped class, never passed math
Teachers that said I wouldn’t be shit, they linin’ up with a bus pass

[Pre-Chorus]
Diamond necklace, diamond bracelet
Bad bitch, ass done-, fake lips, fake tits
She told me, “Slow down”, ‘Rarri speed-racing
It’s time to glow now, no more being patient

[Chorus]
I’m addicted to the fast life (I just wanna go fast)
I don’t know who I fucked last night (But I know she had a ass)
I was broke, now that’s my past life (Left that bullshit in the past)
Blow a check, I got my cash right

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[Intro]
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, yeah
Ahh

[Chorus]
I been solo for so long, yeah
I cannot go on
Been a long time since I’m feelin’ right
All I know is wrong
And my fans, yeah, got me feelin’ right
Always playin’ my songs, yeah
Bitch niggas say they love the gossip
Whole time I don’t know, uh

[Verse 1]
Now, mud got me feelin’ like a phenom
Went to the plug, I tell him need a read out
Drip to the floor, I told him, “Pick your feet up”
Real hot nigga, bitch, I gotta heat up
Real hot nigga, get up out the spot
Wanna take a flick when I step on the block
Star ring on my finger, baby, ’cause I know I’m gon’ pop, ayy
All these niggas real still lately, like LeBron, they gon’ flop, uh
I don’t hear no haters lately ’cause a nigga on top, uh
It’s my time, don’t gotta watch, uh, to make a hit, bet a lot, uh
Let the heart turn rich, babe
If you want some, just say somethin’

[Chorus]
I been solo for so long, yeah
I cannot go on
Been a long time since I’m feelin’ right
All I know is wrong
And my fans, yeah, got me feelin’ right
Always playin’ my songs, yeah
Bitch niggas say they love the gossip
Whole time I don’t know
I been solo for so long, yeah
I cannot go on
Been a long time since I’m feelin’ right
All I know is wrong
And my fans, yeah, got me feelin’ right
Always playin’ my songs, yeah
Bitch niggas say they love the gossip
Whole time I don’t know, uh

[Verse 2]
Rap, rap
I feel like Nav, I’ma tap, tap
You in my space, back back
Keyboard space, back back
You gon’ regret if you lied
‘Cause that might be the last time
We just caught that boy, he end quick like a Vine
I’m just talkin’ shit, I don’t care if I rhyme
Adam just popped that Perc’, yeah, that nigga, he flyin’
She say that I’m awesome
She say that she wanna blossom
Just left Barneys, went and bought some
Bust at an opp, yeah, he ’bout to flock some

[Bridge]
Oh, that’s your shit? Uh-uh
I don’t care, uh-uh
Now it’s mine, uh-uh
Now you tied, uh-uh
Oh, that’s your shit? Uh-uh
I don’t care, uh-uh
Now it’s mine, uh-uh
Now you tied, uh-uh

[Verse 3]
I do this shit too easy (Easy)
I swear this shit too easy (Easy)
I know that nigga don’t believe me (Don’t believe me)
Don’t care if that nigga believe me
I can’t see these niggas like Stevie (Brrt)
Can’t love that shawty, she a fifi
No, I don’t show expressions, no, niggas can’t read me, ayy
Wave, he just walked up in the buildin’, ’bout to get up (Get up, uh)
‘Bout to get up, yeah, we rockin’ orange sweater, uh
Fuckin’ bitches, yeah, that bitch, her name is Heather, uh
I get her wet, I think that I control the weather, uh

[Chorus]
I been solo for so long, yeah
I cannot go on
Been a long time since I’m feelin’ right
All I know is wrong
And my fans, yeah, got me feelin’ right
Always playin’ my songs, yeah
Bitch niggas say they love the gossip
Whole time I don’t know
I been solo for so long, yeah
I cannot go on
Been a long time since I’m feelin’ right
All I know is wrong
And my fans, yeah, got me feelin’ right
Always playin’ my songs, yeah
Bitch niggas say they love the gossip
Whole time I don’t know, uh

[Outro]
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Hey, yeah (We love you, Tecca)
Oh-oh

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[Intro]
I like this song
We love you, Tecca
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

[Verse 1]
And I feel like Chris Paul with the floater
Ain’t believe I had that sauce, yeah, I had to show her
Remember when I wanna link, they ain’t wanna show up
Funny how they hit my jack, see a nigga blowin’ up
Hit my phone, say you popular, I ain’t popular
Yeah, chopper hit him, have him singin’ pop with us
Yeah, how you say you gang if you ain’t pop with us?
And I remember all them times they ain’t fuck with us
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the opps
I see right through these niggas, I see through they noggin
Boy, you beggin’ for attention, you ain’t really poppin’
And you can’t hang with the gang, you ain’t really gon’ pop shit
And practice makes perfect, so the style, I had to polish
And I only hang with day ones, you already know how I’m rockin’
If he talkin’ bullshit, I don’t even know why you talkin’
All these niggas gon’ be fake, real man, I know how to start it

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

[Verse 2]
And you fell in love, that’s your fault
Got racks in the vault, in New York like stocks
And she showin’ off her parts, he get smoked like a cart
And I know she wanna come and crop in the Porsche
That’s like cryin’ on a horse, your nigga a dork
I cannot focus, I might hop up in a Ford
And my memory real bad, I think I just ran out of storage
That’s an opp right there, yeah, catch him, finna floor it

[Chorus]
I just ran into your chick, ooh, she like that
Just mixed the Bape with the Simons, my bad
And you fell in love, so sad
You wish that you could go back to when she said call back
He came with that drip and left with a toe tag
I went to the mall, I walked out with more bags
They say a nigga heart cold, ain’t talkin’ polar
Send that boy to the stars, now he talkin’ solar

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[Intro]
Yeah
Young Jefe, holmes
La música de Harry Fraud

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 1]
Thought that I was big ’til she looked in my eyes
Somebody said it’s pride, with these niggas, gotta lie
I’m way out in the wide, just with a vibe
Got a thick girl choppin’ weed, yeah, just like a tide
I knew that you was fake, though, you shouldn’t have played, though
It always be your day one, one day, betray you
Tell ’em I take cash only, bitch, I got caseloads
My bitch, she get nasty for me, I gotta nail ho
Plain jane cost a bag, but I don’t like to brag
I only bought the Skydweller to make a nigga mad
Damn, they turned the back on me, made that choice too fast
I’m ballin’ like an athlete, now they lookin’ sad

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions

[Verse 2]
Shawty, she a diva, told me her secrets
They used to call me Quisey when I was leakin’
I tapped a lil’ chica, she Puerto Rican
Saks Fifth and Neimans, yeah, that my weakness
Put up five mil’ for my son
I’m tryna put up five mil’ for my mom
Big house on the hill what I want
So when 12 come I can drop the F-bomb
And tell your ex come, she can bring her best friend
If I loan you money, gotta pay me extra
When my niggas ride, they don’t even dress up
We don’t even let you slide in the fuckin’ Tesla, oh

[Chorus]
We got automatics, no, we don’t need a manual
I like to rock animals with Eric Emanuel
Always late for dinner, she take too long at the vanity
This the life of a sinner, I use too much profanity
Fuck these haters, I can never get with ’em
I’ma keep stuntin’ on these bitch ass niggas
Tryna hit me with that R.I.C.O., say it’s too many killers
They think I got the cheat code, I make too many millions