text: Pound Signs Lyrics
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  They say the pound signs turnin me crazy 
  Just look whats it doin to me
  Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep 
  Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees
  A hundred thou, man blew it this week 
  Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve
  Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams
  Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me
  They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me
  Look what this money is doing to me
  Look what this money is doing to me 
  She wanted goals like Bey and Jay-Z 
  Then she got left emotionally scarred, Lil Baby
  I make this money, this money dont make me
  Gotta chase money cah pussy dont pay me
  Got a new nigga, but shell be back
  Shorty said Im unforgettable like Swae Lee
  The pound sign amaze me
  Look what its doin to me
  I just go flood the whole block with trainers
  One was velcro, the rest had laces
  Somebody on job could have got a facelift 
  Cause the stupidity
  And my label love the lucrative me
  So next time I want ten milli, thats a platinum pay cheque
  New opp block, the neighbours dont know my name yet 
  But they know theres trade
  Dont know how shh-shh didnt turn flavours
  It really could have went the Gelato way
  Need one hundred mil before I touch my grave
  I pray, I pray 
  Until then, Im on work, bro, night shift, day shift, night shift, day
  They say the pound signs turnin me crazy 
  Just look whats it doin to me
  Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep 
  Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees
  A hundred thou, man blew it this week 
  Turn
  See friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve
  Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams
  Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me
  They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me
  Look what this money is doing to me
  Pops said this money is ruinin me 
  Flick
  My pops said this money is ruinin me
  My new ting Cuba aint cuter than me
  And even though she aint ten-ten
  Its the inner beauty for me
  How many times did I bring that wraps to boil
  The T-house brought out the Susan in me
  Drug squad bootin off the bando door
  They found nothin bout niggas and failed
  Done years in the can, now Im free 
  Took the PWITS to the chest but you know for the works had to turn on the the plea
  They would have threw away the key 
  Two hundred racks for a show
  Three years ago, I would do it for free
  Not to long, I was kway up north
  875 what I took for that teenth 
  Had to chase this money all through my teens, now this money chase me 
  Ah, this paper long, aint comin in free
  They say the pound signs turnin me crazy 
  Just look whats it doin to me
  Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep 
  Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees
  A hundred thou, man blew it this week 
  Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve
  Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams
  Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me
  They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me
  Look what this money is doing to me 
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