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[Verse 1]
Fifty two weeks I've been focused on the colour
Without the sight of it I suffer money green mof*cker
Gotta separate my presence from the suckers
Can't be cracking under pressure up the effort it gets tougher
Gotta problem my bond is drama forever
I used to turn a blind eye to petty but now its all my pleasure
I gotta big old ego dominates whoever
Holdin on to guarantees I made in life my promise came together
Claim you love a n*gga lock, well let me measure
Still gon be ontop of me knowing its hard times under the treasure
Ever second guessed the n*gga lets remember
Spent all my broker days schooling, think I fall out that class never
Who gon love you better, who gon f*ck you better huh?
She busy trying to be you why will I want be with her
We dun drink so much tonight it be a blur
Celebrating all winter drug dinner in the fur

[Chorus]
Salute to all my n*ggas in the grave
n*gga keep your favors we dont need them we already made
Never been a minus on my grade
All I see is dollars, hang the f*ck up you ain't gettin paid
Line of foreigns pull up in the scene
Millionaires and you rather be famous, what the f*ck you mean?
Winnin more help will your self esteem
M.O.B forever, nothing matters but the team
[Verse 2]
Nothin really matters but the money
Give my undivided attention, been consistent so they wanna gun me
Tap my signature around the country
Man killin n*ggas with this sh*t for years, guess they need it monthly
Hallelujah we dun made it out the sewer
Where's my seniorities, through all the hard times I maneuver
Keep a party poppin pocket full of mulla
Buck and chizzy [?] on a interstate dropping off your rumors
Millys for the static, winnings automatic dawg
You're fakin' in your forties I ain't for the back and forth
n*ggas owe me something stackin' up the cost
Got the discipline of a worker and passion of a boss
Quiet baby lemme break you off the with aura
To be successful you gotta listen, it's gonna take some more though
When the shots go I gotta be the caller
Now it's to hell with the other b*tches I got me a supporter

[Chorus]
Salute to all my n*ggas in the grave
n*gga keep your favors we dont need them we already made
Never been a minus on my grade
All I see is dollars, hang the f*ck up you ain't gettin paid
Line of foreigns pull up in the scene
Millionaires and you rather be famous, what the f*ck you mean?
Winnin more will help your self esteem
M.O.B forever, nothing matters but the team