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---Gamble---
--Rich Homie Quan--

I been knew, life was a gamble man. you know i'm sayin, we all take a risk everyday (laugh) but i ain't trippin . i just gotta do thisThe other day. hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money. jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that molly, smoke that reefer . mama told me she ain't like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin's
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me & what cha call itMoney on the phone, money callin yea i talk to it . need a new safe cuz the money got a wall full
I just spent a day in the bay it was all good, backend count it up by myself before i walk thur it
All about my business & my pockets nun but white folks, money can't buy love cuz this bitch ain't even my type doe. turn up at the day party and kill em at the night show, real nigga reunion i fuck wit em so i might go
Rapping easy i can do it "arm tied, eyes close"
When robbing was a job i would do that shit from "9 to 4"
My partna drove from holly grove to here to get the xan's
& i rebulk every number with that money in my had
The other day .hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money. jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that molly, smoke that reefer . mama told me she ain't like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin's
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me & what cha call itI just went to court and the judge let me walk for it
God put my blessing in the hood i had to walk for it
I can end a conversation quick like a off button
Money come up every other hour yea i talk numbers
Lil homie in the cut finger itching ready to off some
If you ain't talk money over 100's it ain't bout nun
Partna did 10 and he already wanna rob some
Count that backend by myself and naw we ain't lost nun
For me they clear the room make some space for the boss come,
Canary yellow diamond got these niggas acting cautious
He scary and he lying i can tell by how he talkin
Vvs's dey shining i got my number and im bout da
The other day .hit da curb, do yo number, pick up money. jumped off mama porch and hit the ground running
Trap spot do that percs, sell that molly, smoke that reefer . mama told me she ain't like me hanging with them people
Made a 40 put in 20 made it flip again
20 bands from the bank 200 benjamin's
200 bands for some bands boy you better call me
Uhaul van in the mall, me & what cha call it
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