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Gordy) [Repeat 2X] There's nothing, there's nothing There's nothing, no there's nothing Won't lose it, can't lose it There's nothing but this music [Proof

) [Repeat 2X] There's nothing, there's nothing There's nothing, no there's nothing Won't lose it, can't lose it There's nothing but this music [Proof

't finished yet On the top but you just don't get it yet I don't get cut, I make 'em cut the check Can't hear me in the stands? Let me say it again You

, who Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life I wouldn't have it any other way

a lick, girl? I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n (Verse 2) Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that Yeah ain't that a fact Pull out

than this So just pass me the ball You know you lookin' at a winner, winner, winner I can't miss, can't lose, can't miss You know you lookin' at a winner

Drake verse 1) Hip hop's newest and youngest acquisition, If this was you, I wonder what you'd do in that position. Try to make a profit or try to make

sin something to lie about You think you're smart, I think you're art, we agree on this It doesn't work feeling like dirt, feeling like you don't care

she's grindin' that pole I think I'm losing control, Bobby Creek I'm on the [Incomprehensible] in the end I'm gone My eyes ain't clear and I'm gone so