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You couldn't live it, couldn't be it, couldn't want it | Want it | I live the dream (Reach out your hand for me)
(I'm working on dying) (BNYX) You couldn't live it, couldn't be it, couldn't want it Want it I live the dream (Reach out your hand for me) Yeah, I live the dream (Reach out your hand) Yeah, baby, I live the dream (Reach out your hand) Reach out your hand for me We in the Hamptons, baby, we walking 'round casually How much money you got? Bitch, it don't matter to me How many cars you got? Bitch, it don't matter to me Oh, I just hit the left and swerve, off the fuckin' earth Love the way your ass look, baby, I love the curve I was drunk as fuck, I crashed the Ferrari, bitch, it's on the curb Money don't mean nothin' to me, bitch, show me what you worth Show me what you worth is, show me what we workin' with Show me how you move it, then show me what you do with it All these chains on me, bitch, I feel like a coolin' kit I'm about to smash, I bring the hammer, I got my tool to get that bitch Come inside with me, baby, this money crazy as of lately Got the whips outside goin' brazy I got this Maybach on tens, I put this bitch on the fans Yeah, you done got cut up, baby, you caught in a barbed wire fence Oh, you climb, oh, you climb, oh, you climb on me Oh, you climb, oh, you climb, oh, you climb on me She gon' jump over the fence and climb on me Climax with me, baby, you want it, let's go Ridin' in a Rolls, took it to the hills Where you wan' go? Show me what's real God put me here, take over the wheel Bitch, you back again, you already know the drill Yeah, less is plenty, yeah, more is many Wouldn't waste my time with none of y'all pussies if you let me Oh, bitch, I'm in a different lane We got different kind of money, different type of change Got the factory PJ on us, that's that private jane I just went and smoked this bitch, I call that mary jane Brought that mask on my face, kill it like I'm Bane Yeah, right now, we live the dream, so baby, don't complain, oh Repetition is the father of learning I repeat, repetition is the father of learning Intelligence, all that comes from repetition Awareness, preparation, all that comes from repetition Money, bitches, all that comes from repetition
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