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I was eighteen on the ave, countin' up cash
I was good at math, but I never went to class
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag, then I got me a bag
Niggas they mad, they going out sad
Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag, then I got me a bag
Fell in love with this shorty from the west end
We was close, real close like best friends
I gave her everything, nothing less than
Cupid had a nigga in a head spin
One day, I pulled up to the front door
Outside was a Benz I don't know
So I hit her on the phonе, ring, ring, ring
"Hey, baby, right now I'm not home"
Okay, well, I walk around thе driveway
Then I look through the window by the side gate
And what I seen made my heart break five ways
Another nigga fuckin' my bitch
But I bossed up and I left it in the past tense
Now it's European whips when I back in
Getting money in Dubai where the sand is
This is just a story 'bout a nigga way back when
I was eighteen on the ave, countin' up cash
I was good at math, but I never went to class
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag, then I got me a bag
Niggas they mad, they going out sad
Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag, then I got me a bag
I ain't have no bread, nigga, I was in a jam
Thought I was toast, I was eatin' out the can
Sittin' in the cold, tryna hit another scam
Then my nigga called and he hit me with the plan:
"Ayy, my nigga, save five bands
I'ma save five too and take it straight to my mans
We gone cop two P's, sell it bag by bag"
"That's more cheese than a nigga ever had"
We pull up to the spot, knock, knock, knock
He opened up the door with a gen five Glock
Put it straight to my head and took everything I got
Damn, that betrayal hurt a lot
But I bossed up and I left it in the past tense
Now it's European whips when I back in
Getting money in Dubai where the sand is
This is just a story 'bout a nigga way back when
I was eighteen on the ave, countin' up cash
I was good at math, but I never went to class
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag, then I got me a bag
Niggas they mad, they going out sad
Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag, then I got me a bag
I was eighteen on the ave, countin' up cash
I was good at math, but I never went to class
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag, then I got me a bag
Niggas they mad, they going out sad
Shorty had a chance in the past but it passed
First, I was broke, but it didn't last
Got in my bag, then I got me a bag