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作词 : Clifford Harris/Jay Jenkins/Jaswinder Singh/Christopher Meesen

作曲 : Clifford Harris/Jay Jenkins/Jaswinder Singh/Christopher Meesen

Some **** never change, *****

Aha, ayy, yeah

Frank Muller, put one, two to your medulla

Habla, gun dada, there is none hotter

I'm so in love witcha girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her

I'm havin' fun with her, you better come get her

I **** her face, bust one on her concealer

And make another girl lick it off, I'ma dumb *****

Since a young *****, I've been a made man

My ******* come with fat ass and a spray tan

Spend a whole bag, then run up more

I won a 100k shootin' dice 10 to 4

Playing poker, put the sack up, go all in

Lose, double down, win, go to Dubai

If you wanna win big, the risk gotta be high

Want them bad ******* all on your ****, you gotta be fly

Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I will be damned

Watch him do designer drugs by the gram,

Get what they asked for

Life be action packed

But don't nothin' distract from the cash flow

**** boy fashion, avoid **** boys, hate 'em with a passion

I'm sucka-duckin' gettin' money

A hard **** all a ***** got coming, yeah

All I know is more & more (aha)

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie,

That's what I was born for (You know what this is)

Hunnid bands (Yeah)

All I know is more & more (aha) (Wassup)

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke (Tip, I got you, *****)

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie,

That's what I was born for (You, know what this is)

Hunnid bands

**** boy, ***** I ain't got to say it again

It's the king and the don, you gotta play it again

Drop the top, lace your boots up, grab your scale

All you see are triples E's like you're weighin' a whale

See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell

Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell

Thirty rounds up on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn)

Caller from a private number, make it hard to stalk

Drop the top on a 'Rari, *****, I'm so made

Left the Dawn in the Bend, Dade, I'm so paid

And she came to the mansion, yeah, the ***** got slayed

Skinny dippin' in the pool yeah, lil ***** got saved, huh

All I know is more & more

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for

Hunnid bands (Yeah)

All I know is more & more (more & more)

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for

Hunnid bands

All I know is get this check and the respect

Fly the family from Atlanta to Hawaii and back

Why would you act slow? No, I'm not an asshole

Get your ass blown smooth off for doin' too much

Had it with the other ***** that was tryna move up

It is what is, ain't no way to make a do-up

Better know that we was selling crack until we blew up

Was trappin', everybody knew us

And then the mill' came

Done been through so much ****

That I'm numb to it, don't feel pain

Just heard Urban Legend the other day and it still bang

Get a hustle (get it)

Make it double, want some weight,

You need some bigger muscles (you need it)

Finesse the plan,

Then work your way throughout the filibuster

Tryin' not to kill a sucka, that's a hard job (ya dig)

But I'ma still try my hand with a car show

Boy, I've been getting it out the mud since 14,

Making it do what it does

True trap *****

All I know is more & more

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie,

That's what I was born for

Hunnid bands

All I know is more & more (more & more)

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for, uh huh

Hunnid bands

All I know is

Some more and some more is all I know, man

You know what I mean?

Big-big **** poppin' for a long time, you understand that?

Hey, we do this **** for bread and meat;

We don't win then we don't eat, you understand?

Yeah, talk while we spit is what we do all day, man

I mean, try to be humble as I can be

But truth be told, none of you ***** can't **** with me

You understand that?

It's the ************' king, *****

Come hell or high water, accept no substitution

Stay solid all the way through it

**** what a hater got to say

What I did, can nobody undo

Build this **** with my bare hands, man

Bare witness to the greatness

It's upon you

This is the Dime T

作词 : Clifford Harris/Jay Jenkins/Jaswinder Singh/Christopher Meesen

作曲 : Clifford Harris/Jay Jenkins/Jaswinder Singh/Christopher Meesen

Some **** never change, *****

Aha, ayy, yeah

Frank Muller, put one, two to your medulla

Habla, gun dada, there is none hotter

I'm so in love witcha girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her

I'm havin' fun with her, you better come get her

I **** her face, bust one on her concealer

And make another girl lick it off, I'ma dumb *****

Since a young *****, I've been a made man

My ******* come with fat ass and a spray tan

Spend a whole bag, then run up more

I won a 100k shootin' dice 10 to 4

Playing poker, put the sack up, go all in

Lose, double down, win, go to Dubai

If you wanna win big, the risk gotta be high

Want them bad ******* all on your ****, you gotta be fly

Yeah, he cool but he not a T.I., I will be damned

Watch him do designer drugs by the gram,

Get what they asked for

Life be action packed

But don't nothin' distract from the cash flow

**** boy fashion, avoid **** boys, hate 'em with a passion

I'm sucka-duckin' gettin' money

A hard **** all a ***** got coming, yeah

All I know is more & more (aha)

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie,

That's what I was born for (You know what this is)

Hunnid bands (Yeah)

All I know is more & more (aha) (Wassup)

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke (Tip, I got you, *****)

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie,

That's what I was born for (You, know what this is)

Hunnid bands

**** boy, ***** I ain't got to say it again

It's the king and the don, you gotta play it again

Drop the top, lace your boots up, grab your scale

All you see are triples E's like you're weighin' a whale

See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell

Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell

Thirty rounds up on my hip, make it hard to walk (damn)

Caller from a private number, make it hard to stalk

Drop the top on a 'Rari, *****, I'm so made

Left the Dawn in the Bend, Dade, I'm so paid

And she came to the mansion, yeah, the ***** got slayed

Skinny dippin' in the pool yeah, lil ***** got saved, huh

All I know is more & more

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for

Hunnid bands (Yeah)

All I know is more & more (more & more)

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for

Hunnid bands

All I know is get this check and the respect

Fly the family from Atlanta to Hawaii and back

Why would you act slow? No, I'm not an asshole

Get your ass blown smooth off for doin' too much

Had it with the other ***** that was tryna move up

It is what is, ain't no way to make a do-up

Better know that we was selling crack until we blew up

Was trappin', everybody knew us

And then the mill' came

Done been through so much ****

That I'm numb to it, don't feel pain

Just heard Urban Legend the other day and it still bang

Get a hustle (get it)

Make it double, want some weight,

You need some bigger muscles (you need it)

Finesse the plan,

Then work your way throughout the filibuster

Tryin' not to kill a sucka, that's a hard job (ya dig)

But I'ma still try my hand with a car show

Boy, I've been getting it out the mud since 14,

Making it do what it does

True trap *****

All I know is more & more

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie,

That's what I was born for

Hunnid bands

All I know is more & more (more & more)

Goin' to the grave 'fore I'm going broke

Do it all against the odds, baby, lord knows

Puttin' on, homie, that's what I was born for, uh huh

Hunnid bands

All I know is

Some more and some more is all I know, man

You know what I mean?

Big-big **** poppin' for a long time, you understand that?

Hey, we do this **** for bread and meat;

We don't win then we don't eat, you understand?

Yeah, talk while we spit is what we do all day, man

I mean, try to be humble as I can be

But truth be told, none of you ***** can't **** with me

You understand that?

It's the ************' king, *****

Come hell or high water, accept no substitution

Stay solid all the way through it

**** what a hater got to say

What I did, can nobody undo

Build this **** with my bare hands, man

Bare witness to the greatness

It's upon you

This is the Dime T

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