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08 Never Been Part II Lyrics

feat. Rick Ross & Amber Rose

"08 Never Been Part II" was written by Roberts Ii, William / Rose, Amber / Thomaz, Cameron.
"08 Never Been Part II" was written by Roberts Ii, William / Rose, Amber / Thomaz, Cameron.

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Hundred thousand dollars, it may sound like it's a lot
Really it's not to me, now grab some of this weed and roll this pot
I had to speed up, cause all these niggas slow
I probably won't be up in there if I ain't got an O
Now I got my feet up cause I'm on top and niggas hoping that I stop
But I'm just smoking, living life like in the movies that I watch
In my Jacuzzi roll another doobie
See what's new what's on Netflix, order another movie
See I'm smoking the best shit
Ma'fuckers ain't balling, so they're seeing the exit
I stay on my job so you can see I'm up next
Dawg I be going so hard, some say I'm needing some rest
Got so much smoke in my lungs, it ain't supposed to be on my chest
And niggas talk but don't even be on them jets
Man they don't even seeing them checks
But you can tell by how I spit it, nigga I be getting dough
Take her all the places that she never been befo'

(Don't give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I've never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking 'bout
I've never been, this high

I'm in my Grand Natty, smoking on that granddaddy
It got an odor like a motor running, fantastic
Never the minor things, I'm moving on to finer things
Yellow stone, diamond rings, Balmain designer jeans
Chanel frames, Louis scarves, moving like the mob
I'm getting money, so maybe baby come get a job
So fuck them other bitches, we onto other business
And fuck them other niggas, we at them dollar figures
Versace chains, gold rollies, it's same game
Racked up, shawty, Rosé bottles every day
Sipping that purple stuff, twisting the pretty leaf
Pull up in that Ferrari, this bitch in disbelief
On the road to the riches, another crook in the castle
Only fuck with my niggas, pray we all living lavish
I pray we all living so lavish
I pray we all living so lavish

(Don't give a fuck about the)
Money, clothes, cars
I've never been, this far
And fuck that other shit that niggas talking 'bout
I've never been, this high

Songwriters
Roberts II, William / Rose, Amber / Thomaz, Cameron

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