Last Laugh

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You put a spell on me, you can't take it back now
 I'm ballin' on these hoes, we lookin' like some cash cows
 I'm focused on the paper countin' all the stacks now
 You always clowin' me but looks who gets to laugh now
 You always down on me
 Look at what you started
 I'm focused on the green
 Flexin' with the charting
 Love a sad song
 But a kid cold hearted
 I can't open up because my soul too guarded
 I can't open up
 Why am I always guarded?
 I can't let it go because my heart where my scars hid
 She a masterpiece on this beat like I'm floating
 Underneath it all just some kids that are broken
 You put a spell on me that I can't see
 Count it like one two three
 She want to hop on stage and let me see
 Haters still try this beef
 Remember way back when I was seventeen
 I was just a teen
 I never knew I'd be chasin' all my dreams
 Dreams so real to me
 I knew that we'd get there fast
 Money in hand I'm a make that back
 Double up all my racks
 Walkin' to the bank like oh my god what's that?
 Oh I'm just in my bag today
 Knew I'd get there the faster way
 Fans want to know my Apple Pay
 ATM it's that a way
 You put a spell on me, you can't take it back now
 I'm ballin' on these hoes, we lookin' like some cash cows
 I'm focused on the paper countin' all the stacks now
 You always clowin' me but looks who gets to laugh now
 He stay out the way all cap
 I stay in the field lay back
 I'm all this all that
 Boy that's chit that's chat
 Look at this brand new ride
 Shawty want take a ride
 She want to catch a vibe
 Pull up in the demon SRT
 Yeah this is not my prime
 I'm a different kind
 Yeah she want to suck on my dick got telepathy
 I'm layin' back can I call this shit heavenly?
 Sippin' that purple rain got the remedy
 I keep that big glock want to step to me
 Soon as we touch down they a penalty
 I can't ride around with you next to me
 I leave him shot down from that energy
 Smokin' that good gas spittin' melodies
 Know I ain't no killer but they temptin' me
 I get this goat feelin' when they mention me
 Ridin' around with three devils
 Teachers used to call me trouble
 Diamonds on my wrist cuddle
 I'm up in his bitch, fuck them
 

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Duration
03:08
Key
10
Tempo
136 BPM

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