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All these goals
These hoes
It's gonna be the death of me

All this gold
These Hoes
Gonna be the death of me
So many goals
I know
The recipe
All these clothes
This dough
Gonna be the death of me
So many goals
I know
What's best for me

If I say ima get it
Ima get it
That goes for fly ass whips
To bad bitches
That goes for buying property
Up in my district
Shit I'm really trying run
A fucking business
Bitches
Straight dice shaker
Straight risk takers
Straight bet the whole
Muthafuccing
Farm on the Lakers
Westside heartbreaker
Janky bar sayer
Bitch playing with my paper
See you later alligator
Mr Never ask for favors
Not ur friendly neighbor
Niggas been lame
But now they getting lamer
That bitch a wild cat
You better learn how to tame her
Doc say I got a problem
I'm addicted to the paper
Chaser

All this gold
These Hoes
Gonna be the death of me
So many goals
I know
The recipe
All these clothes
This dough
Gonna be the death of me
So many goals
I know
What's best for me

You can tell um Richie sent ya
Incase they don't remember
Niggas blueprinted
How to harvest in December
I aint no money lender
Niggas money launder
And if yo pockets empty
You better hustle harder
I could've been ur father
How
I was fucking on yo momma
Wow
We could've been a happy family
Jus like thee obamas
This is chip gonna be the death of me
My bitch don't know what's best for me
Better think twice for u step to me
That boy be tucking that weaponry
That boy call games like referee
Shoot yo ass like Steph Curry
That boy done lied to the whole jury
That boy do anything for some
Muthafuccin' jewelry
Spit yo game talk yo shit
They don't wanna see me zip for zip
That don't wanna drink
Fifth for fifth
Bang yo shit
Bang that crip

All this gold
These Hoes
Gonna be the death of me
So many goals
I know
The recipe
All these clothes
This dough
Gonna be the death of me
So many goals
I know
What's best for me



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Fields
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