Yeah
One of them last minute packs, Fuse sent some shit through
Yeah, yeah
Rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga
Help me get to them millions
She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga
Help me get to them millions
In a versace robe with a vision, help me count it up
But I can't show her where it's hidden (where it's hidden)
Hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga
Help me get to them millions
Say she want a nigga with that drive (with that drive)
But mama, that's a bumpy ride (bumpy ride)
Ain't no guarantee how much time
We gotta put in before we shine
But when we locked eyes, I felt that had to be a sign
You look like something I designed, something out my mind
Keep each other fly, I just keep you crazy high
Make her smile, make her cry, make her put it on the line
'Cause I'm not one of them, sitting around
And not hustling, wondering, why the fuck I'm struggling?
Nope, I'm bringing ducats in
Meeting in Manhattan 'bout to get T.Y. a publicist
Get him out the streets and in a condo on some stunting shit
A G with a plan, need a bitch who understand what it take
Fuckin' with my title when my title hold weight
Bitches and niggas in the street twisting my name
You just gotta stay in your lane, ball hard with champagne
Hoes is hoes, they come and go
Real recognize real and when you know, you know
Hoes is hoes, they come and go
Real recognize real and when you know, you know
She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga
Help me get to them millions
I'm in the world on another mission
She staring out the window, smoking, listening for my engine
She hung rosary beads in the mirror, said a prayer for a nigga
Help me get to them millions
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