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Don Trip
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New Years Eve
INTRO/CHORUS: When you're built this tough Who's gonna help when times get rough (2 Times)
VERSE ONE: I'm the last of my kind, they don't make 'em like Trip no more I'm goin' be the same nigga' rich or poor I'm just trying to get it like Richard Porter How I really make my ends is yet to be reported I am finally free I do what I wanna' Answer to nobody 'cause I'm my own employer Looking back at how I did it yeah I could've done it smarter But IF's a big word so it's on 'til tomorrow And my baby's getting taller needing new clothes My momma here she gotta watch her glucose I got more guns I'm more paranoid, don't know who to trust yet, everybody suspect All I want is success, close to saying 'Fuck This', Then I got a phone call from somebody that cuts checks, Yes! Yes! No tears for the wounded deer in the wild Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When the wolves get hungry, never trust a smile One Hundred, Two Hundred, Nine Hundred Thou. Never mind me I'm just counting out loud Put some money in the bank, steady checking my account Like it's InstaGram or Tweeter, I just marvel at my figure Like I'm looking in the mirror, I'm like Damn I'm getting bigger Is it true that money starts to alter your appearance Lack of privacy was the coast of how I'm living Bitch I'm strapped, pray I don't have to kill a nigga wit it Duffle bag stuffed with lots of cash, I try not to brag Dead Presidents inside that's a body bag Aint I something else, cold blooded bitch, I bet I can make her melt I been cheating on you baby, I been seeing someone else I'm at the bank everyday trying to see what I got left I'm in the safe everyday but I'm goin' keep that too myself You built this tough than nobody ever helps I just sip a bit of truth and it heals all me welts...
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