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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