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HIGHROLLER
Joey Bada$$, A$AP Ferg, y, Kelz2busy
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Uh, yeah
Blowin' money fast, but we ride slow (skrrt)
This lifestyle we live to die for so bullets is hollows
Ain't no tellin' how it might go (yeah)
Shooters hoppin' out with the mask
Watch his whole life flash, it's a slideshow (brrt)
Every day is a dice roll, might get his head cracked
Niggas ain't playin' fair, tryna make his bread back
They go crazy when they see low green
When you get the hot hand, they kill they self-esteem
Street dreams are made of these
My uncle whip just got seized for a hundred keys
Couldn't believe it when I heard the news
Though I always knew that the hustler spirit is in my blood
Just a different path I had to choose
I'm havin' it my way, ain't playin' by the rules
Real player in the game, can give you a pointer or two (that's right)
Say when the odds is against you, what you gon' do?
Gotta keep a winner's attitude or else you bound to lose (girl, I wanna know)
Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar (yeah)
Baby, when I call ya, you know that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom (that's right), but I fell harder
Baby, when I see your face (haha)
Money fix your problems (that's right, facts)
I know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (right)
What you want, I'ma cop it
I oughta tell you, baby, it's yours, it's yours
We just tryna thrive 'cause all we know is survival
Livin' in the concrete jungle, had to be tribal (yeah)
Basic instincts, my second nature is primal
Any sign of a rival, dead on arrival (yeah)
Every day my niggas gon' pray, hand on the Bible (right)
On these streets seen false prophets and false idols (uh)
Lotta niggas claimin' they king and lost titles by their queens
Got they ass set up 'cause they was liable
I'm breathin' new life in the game, it's a revival
Left me no choice to take your spot, it was rightful
Life is a bitch and she back on her cycle
Can't stop 'til the chips I stack tall as the Eiffel
My attitude's spiteful, my vision is insightful
Only downfall, at times, I'm too prideful
I'm the king of poppin' shit, but I ain't Michael
The bag so long, look like I'm packin' a rifle (girl, I wanna know)
Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar (yeah)
Baby, when I call ya, you know that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom (that's right), but I fell harder
Baby, when I see your face (haha)
Money fix your problems (that's right, facts)
I know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (right)
What you want, I'ma cop it (yeah)
I oughta tell you, baby, it's yours, it's yours
Came a long ways, always wanted that
You was fuckin' with them drug dealers out there sellin' packs
Had to let my money stack (yeah), start to rap
Got up in my bag, had to double back
Now I'm a star, hit you in that sweet with that honey pack (uh)
Unwrap, them buns clap while them guns clap
Shootouts in your hood, while I'm in it, I'm still gon' come back (yeah)
I'm with all the smoke, I'ma heat it until my lungs black
Then you poke it out, I'ma stick it in like a thumbtack (whoo)
Jerking like you don't want that (damn)
I want you to lick it until your tongue chap (ooh)
Them diamonds be hittin' under Burberry mittens (whoo)
Baguetttie cut to precision, see, you ain't peep the vision (right, yeah, ooh)
I been on a mission, copped you a new Patti LaBelle
That's a new addition (ooh)
Maybach, color Bobby Brown, this the new edition (ooh)
(Girl, I wanna know) damn
Girl, I'm 'bout that dollar (yeah)
Baby, when I call ya, you know that I mean it, babe (I need it, babe)
Girl, I started from the bottom (that's right), but I fell harder
Baby, when I see your face (haha)
Money fix your problems (that's right, facts)
I know baby wanna touch my pocket, tell me (right)
What you want, I'ma cop it (yeah)
I oughta tell you, baby, it's yours, it's yours
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