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作曲 : Glory Music |
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作词 : Layla Khepri |
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Such a… |
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Chaotic process |
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GoIng through this process |
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Of getting rich |
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If it aint money then it’s off topic |
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And I don’t wanna talk about it in fear I may talk It |
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Right into existence |
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This **** I’m giving ya is |
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Such a priceless gift |
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I might charge em |
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For a million |
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One flick of the wrist and I’m whipping the whip like sweeerve |
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Scribbling bullets on paper call it murder |
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Murder she wrote here in person |
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Missing my victims by inches in digits unheard of |
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Pull up hit the curb |
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And pull out both my birdies in the air |
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Like **** em |
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And **** em good |
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Get a good look of my good side |
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And tell me how I look |
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Is the money maker still fine |
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If it is then so am I |
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And I’ma move on |
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To a milllioooooooon |
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- Chorus - |
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Get the **** up out my poker face (repeat) |
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***** I’m getting poker rich |
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Watch me stack my poker chips |
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To a million |
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- Second Verse - |
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What do I have to say/ or who I gotta spit to |
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to get through |
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this circus olay |
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it’s a zoo in this industry/ |
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who in this industry/ |
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take my advice before you in this industry/ |
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if you aint a shark you a snake |
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the intent is the same |
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so intense is the game |
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that they play with our minds |
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keep em open and naked’s the brain |
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that is looked at in shame |
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vulnerable to the lies |
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fragile’s our genius |
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and loose is our ties |
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so we work in disguise |
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playing dumb to our enemies |
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and our allies |
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cuz the truth is they’re one in the same |
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what is love but another way |
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for someone to get close to hate |
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on the greatness displayed/ |
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fake like they like it yet don’t like the page |
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til they’re asked bout a million times/ |
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****** aint genuine ****** aint genuwine/ |
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sing me that lullabye some other day/ |
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money’s my motive and love is a risk |
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that I can’t help but take |
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so in love with the world |
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and the people it makes me |
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so sick to my stomach |
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but working through aches and pains/ |
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I get up grind/ |
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my come up is mine/ |
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so is my money and time/ |
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when we run out of both |
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only one was divine/ |
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while ones keeping us blind/ |
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so tell me are you doing what you love… |
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and if it’s love and I mean true love/ |
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then who is it helping other than yourself/ |
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Cuz If my whips gold and I’m eating |
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trust my fam’s been eating too/ |
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and If I aint do this for my me |
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then I’d still do it for my crew/ |
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- Chorus - |
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Get the **** up out my poker face (repeat) |
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***** I’m getting poker rich |
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Watch me stack my poker chips |
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To a million |