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Yeah, why they hate on a young nigga motive? Tryna live me a fast life Haters be miserable, won't get no motion They just hate from the sidelines Niggas be broke, why they hate getting money? I'm just worried about paper, F*ck all that other shit, lame Pretty lil' hoe, but I give her a week Calling my phone and I'm watching it beep Calling my phone and I'm watching it ring She in love, she might turn to a fiend Foot on the pedal, we scur out the scene I love my choppa call him NLE He want a song, better pay me a fee Talkin' hot yea we makin' him bleed Talk onna net, he get popped like a zit That nigga broke and that nigga a bitch I hurt his feelings, he throwin' a fit Give him a tissue, he cry like a kid How many minutes it took me to f*ck up this beat? boy I need me a bankroll How many numbers it took me to cut off this bitch? boy I need me like 8 phones I may not date her Call me a A-hole Tired of the same hoes (same hoes) I may not date her Call me a A-hole Loving the same hoe Yeah, why they hate on a young nigga motive? Tryna live me a fast life Haters be miserable, won't get no motion They just hate from the sidelines Niggas be broke, why they hate getting money? I'm just worried about paper, F*ck all that other shit, lame Pretty lil' hoe, but I give her a week Calling my phone and I'm watching it beep Calling my phone and I'm watching it ring She in love, she might turn to a fiend Foot on the pedal, we scur out the scene I love my choppa call him NLE He want a song, better pay me a fee Talkin' hot yea we makin' him bleed
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