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You're too far out of love
You're too far from me
You're too hard on yourself
You love me in between
You're too far out of love
You're too far from me

I'ma count this money 'til I drop dead
Hope you don't go sneakin' 'round me when we knock heads
As long as we together, girl, you not his
You post-traumatic 'bout your ex-man, I'm not him
I-I-I-I can't give a damn what the thot said
I-I can't give a damn what the opp said
As long as we together, girl, you not his
You treat me like them other niggas, I ain't one of them

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I-I-I-I can count this money while I sleep (while I sleep)
Tell me who you are and what you wanna be (what you wanna be)
Is the money, clout, and fame all you see? (All you see)
If it's over, was it ever really you and me? (Was it you and me?)
You like my music now and listen when I drop (when I drop)
It's funny how your feelings changed when I popped (when I popped)
He sent a diss, but no one listens to my opps (fuck all my opps)
Fuck what you're sayin' 'bout me, and bitch, I say it proudly (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I can't trust them haters, get 'em off (get 'em off)
'Cause they only show you love when you're in coffins (when you're in coffins)
Life's a gamble, and I put my money all in (my money all in)
I try to chill, but who gon' catch me when I fall? (When I fall)
She went and played me and I gave that bitch my all (bitch my all)
Changed my perception, man, it really turned me off (it turned me off)
Ain't nothin' change, pulled up in that Monte Carlo (yeah, yeah)
Don't know where I'ma go 'cause only God knows (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'ma count this money 'til I drop dead
Hope you don't go sneakin' 'round me when we knock heads
As long as we together, girl, you not his
You post-traumatic 'bout your ex-man, I'm not him
I-I-I-I can't give a damn what the thot said
I-I can't give a damn what the opp said
As long as we together, girl, you not his
You treat me like them other niggas, I ain't one of them

I'ma count this money 'til I drop dead
Hope you don't go sneakin' 'round me when we knock heads
I can't give a damn what the thot said
As long as we together, girl, you not his

You're too far out of love
You're too far from me
You're too hard on yourself
You love me in between
You're too far out of love (ah-ah-ah, oh-oh)
You're too far from me

Shit still sitting
We still here, we still life
Still smoke, still drinking
Still standing life
They think eh, chill with 'em, one of 'em
Still strapped, we just still, we just still

Writer(s): Naeem Muhammad, Charles Myles

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