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Album: Views (2016)
Charted: 33 16
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  • Yeah, yeah

    Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)
    This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (one shit)
    All my niggas wanna do is pop style (pop style)
    Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (lifestyle)

    Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it (do not make it)
    Got so many chains they call me Chaining Tatum (they do, they do)
    And I like to finish what you think you started
    Man, you boys just got to Hollywood, you boys just started
    You don't know what you just started
    All I do is hang with the young and heartless
    All this for my family, man, I try my hardest
    It's all I ever did and look where it got him
    Yeah, you've been on my mind lately
    You've still got my number, girl, you need to call me
    I feel like they wanna see me learn the hard way
    But you know I always handle that one my way
    Girl, let me rock, rock, rock, rock, rock your body
    Justin Timberlake and then I hit the highway
    I can't trust no fuckin' body
    They still out to get me 'cause they never got me

    They still out to get me, I don't get it
    I can not be got, and that's a given
    Give a real nigga a number one
    Even though I got like twenty-one
    Cannot be me, I'm a one-of-one
    Schooling your ass like 101
    They been out here tryna slide on me
    They been out here telling lies on me
    Everybody looking out for themself
    But they still got they eyes on me
    See me putting in the hard work now, aye
    Mama doesn't have to call work now, aye
    I decide when I start work now, aye
    Problems hit the gym, they all work out
    MVP, MVP, '09 all the way to sixteen
    Even next season looking like a breeze
    Lot of y'all ain't built for the league, yeah
    Trade you off the team while you in your sleep, yeah
    Y'all showed me that nothing's guaranteed
    And you don't know what you started
    My friend's chain so big that he look like the artist
    I can't trust no fuckin' body
    They still out to get me 'cause they never got me

    Dropped outta school now we dumb rich (dumb rich)
    This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit (one shit)
    All my niggas wanna do is pop style (pop style)
    Turn my birthday into a lifestyle (lifestyle) Writer/s: Adam King Feeney, Aubrey Drake Graham, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Noah James Shebib, Rupert Thomas, Shawn C. Carter
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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