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Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Huh. Okay. Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh. Hey. I done made a trap house out the Condo. Cooking up that crack, now my neighbors on Dope. I been in my bag, now I'm talking Cargo. Two 50 on the dash, now I'm fast As car goes. I done died and came back To life like Jon Snow. Smell like John Cena, kicking shit like Jon Jones. Let the bomb blow, turn you to a John Doe. Ruger hit you with that doo-doo, One-two combo. I am J Cole, all my neighbors know I'm Selling dope. But they my number one customers, They won't tell a soul. Laser eyes just like some crocs, yes, they get Hella smoke. Huh. Feds is watching, tryna spot me Through the telescope. Huh. Holla at me if you need me, you Can bang my line. Just make sure you talking cash, ho, and don't Waste my time. Used to struggle from the gutter, But I came out fine. Shakey tried to rob me blind, still won't take My shine. Like ooh, I'm working that trap. I'm flipping that pack. I'm serving that sack. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. Like ooh, I'm working that trap. I'm flipping that pack. I'm serving that sack. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. Huh. Ooh, protect my wrist. Huh. I had to take the risk. Huh. I keep the tech on my hip. Huh. Gotta protect my kids. Yeah. All of my jewelry is wet. Yeah. All of my bitches is wet. Yeah. All of my hundreds pressed. Yeah. All of my haters upset. All in my hood, they gon' ride for me. Whatever, whenever, they slide for me. I keep the gun on the side of me. You better go run, you can't hide from me. Look what the hustle provided me. In the streets, I'm like a prodigy. All this potential inside of me. Baby, please do not lie to me. Uh, I'm talking the truth. I'm in the coupe And I'm dropping the roof. Uh, wait, call up The troops. They just might shoot and demolish your Crew. Uh, uh, better go duck. If you get hit, then you shit outta luck. Uh, wait, poured up a cup. All of the stuff, I can't get enough. Huh. Sipping lean off a beam, I just might Pop another Perc. Huh, yeah, Jet Li pulling strings, Karate chop another worm. Uh, yeah, Jackie Chan, catching hands. No, you never stand a chance. Huh, uh, got a skill, bag a bands. Better call the ambulance. Like ooh, I'm working that trap. I'm flipping that pack. I'm serving that sack. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. Like ooh, I'm working that trap. I'm flipping that pack. I'm serving that sack. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. I'm counting all that money. All that money
Mars & Mercury — Countin' money
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