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Yeah, gotta keep goin' Ooh, yeah, gotta keep goin' I don't measure up the lean 'cause I just keep pourin' I don't keep score when I win, I just keep scorin' (Hit-Boy) Ooh, yeah, gotta keep goin' I don't measure up the lean 'cause I just keep pourin' I don't keep score when I win, I just keep scorin' Used to borrow my car, now I pull up with three foreigns Bust down my wrist and my chain, I'ma keep glowin' Still movin' bricks in the hood, it's gon' keep snowin' Stand on business, you lil' niggas be tiptoein' These ain't Converse All Stars, these some Rick Owens Came from a shoebox, I'm fillin' up the bank account When you put that work in, ain't no way that you won't make it out Baggin' up gram after gram and I was spacin' out Could've got a handout, but I went and took the paper route Ooh, yeah, I went the money way I took a lot of L's, but the cash, it took the pain away Fuck a bitch, leave the bitch, hit 'em with the fadeaway Rappin' in this bitch 'cause I ain't even come to play today Ain't no cappin' in this bitch, I don't know how much I made today Try to leave the trap, no cap, but I can't stay away I'm really rich, but every day, I wake up lookin' for a play Yeah, it's up, but it's on the floor today Letras de cancionesI ain't trickin', I just paid a ho to go away Talkin' that shit, I can go for days You niggas reminiscin' 'bout the older days While I'm doin' overtime, still gettin' overpaid (Yeah, yeah) Tap my son in 'fore I hit the streets Give him a kiss on the head, then I grab my heat I'll never let the fuck shit get to me I'll let the chopper sing like a symphony My money real long like a centipede (Ayy) You gotta mention I'm the GOAT when you mention me (Ayy) I'm the MVP, it ain't no bench to me And I ain't never finna stop, I know they sick of me Twenty thousand, forty thousand, fifty thousand, run it up We ain't in the same category 'cause you ain't done enough You could try to rob me, I don't think you niggas dumb enough Ain't nobody ever help me when I was comin' up I get a hundred thousand for the show and that should sum it up Hit the strip club, make it rain, baby, fuck it up Married to the game, see the ring, I'm so in love with us You ain't one of us if you ain't trap or sold these drugs with us I'm really in the field every day, baby, I'm one of one And I'm with the never lack gang, we always totin' guns Every time I hit her from the back, she always tryna run You can leave your nigga where he at and come and have some fun Ooh, yeah, come enjoy yourself You don't need no nigga, baby girl, you could spoil yourself You could start a trap, make it back, and employ yourself I know where I stand and who I am, better know yourself (Yeah) Tap my son in 'fore I hit the streets Give him a kiss on the head, then I grab my heat I'll never let the fuck shit get to me I'll let the chopper sing like a symphony My money real long like a centipede (Ayy) You gotta mention I'm the GOAT when you mention me (Ayy) I'm the MVP, it ain't no bench to me And I ain't never finna stop, I know they sick of me From Letras Mania