Текст песни Think About It - Rick Ross , Rich Homie Quan
Damn
man
Nard
& B
I
done
just
woke
up
A
fuckin′
'nother
day,
another
dollar,
another
bitch
Trenchwerk
And
another
bankroll,
hey
I
take
my
hustle
state
to
state
say
I
go
different
places
I
shake
a
lot
of
hands
do
shows
and
I
see
different
faces
I
smoke
a
blunt
then
close
my
eyes
because
my
mental
racing
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
think
about
it
I
pulled
the
floor
up
put
marble
down
it
need
renovating
Open
the
safe
see
them
rubber
bands
on
them
bigger
faces
I
done
bought
everything
that
I
ever
wanted
But
its
still
empty
spaces
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
think
about
it
I
watch
my
cousin,
the
kitchen
he
like
a
slave
(he
whip
it
up)
My
uncle
died
from
that
needle
yeah
it
was
AIDs
nigga
(My
Uncle
Roy)
Turner
Field
might
be
gone
but
I′m
still
brave
nigga
(say
what)
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Think
about
it
That
money
counter
count
it
for
me
I'ma
made
man
(that
money
baby)
I
told
my
buddy
don't
re-nig
like
a
spades
hand
(I
don′t
re-nig)
These
Cartiers
but
they
used
to
be
some
Ray
Bans
(rich
homie)
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
think
about
it
Everyday
I′m
Sunday
fresh
I
talk
that
shit
just
like
the
preacher
(I
talk
that
shit)
Niggas
merge
into
my
lane
just
like
a
car
without
a
blinker
(skkkrrrt)
They
don't
hear
what
I′m
sayin'
they
like
a
car
without
no
speakers
(That
right
too)
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
think
about
it
I
take
my
hustle
state
to
state
say
I
go
different
places
I
shake
a
lot
of
hands
do
shows
and
I
see
different
faces
I
smoke
a
blunt
then
close
my
eyes
because
my
mental
racing
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
think
about
it
I
pulled
the
floor
up
put
marble
down
it
need
renovating
Open
the
safe
see
them
rubber
bands
on
them
bigger
faces
I
done
bought
everything
that
I
ever
wanted
But
its
still
empty
spaces
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
think
about
it
The
biggest
Reservations
at
chops,
Lamborghini′s
no
tops
Menages
for
lunch,
Ferrari's
out
front
We
might
fuck
on
the
lake,
so
much
paper
to
make
Rubberbands
on
the
hundreds,
sip
rosé
in
the
bank
I
made
her
quit
her
job,
Moschino
she′s
a
star
Versace
in
the
fall,
Gucci
I
keep
her
raw
She
so
clean
and
celine,
plus
she
cute
as
could
be
I
like
to
take
photos,
like
to
keep
her
for
me
Flatline
fuck
her
'till
that
pussy
dead
Keep
her
off
that
social
media
a
couple
day
She
went
and
got
it
tatted
said
a
nigga
name
She
know
I
got
her
back
I
mean
a
million
ways
I
take
my
hustle
state
to
state
say
I
go
different
places
I
shake
a
lot
of
hands
do
shows
and
I
see
different
faces
I
smoke
a
blunt
then
close
my
eyes
because
my
mental
racing
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
think
about
it
I
pulled
the
floor
up
put
marble
down
it
need
renovating
Open
the
safe
see
them
rubber
bands
on
them
bigger
faces
I
done
bought
everything
that
I
ever
wanted
But
its
still
empty
spaces
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah,
think
about
it
1 Reflecting
2 Fuck Wit Me
3 34
4 The Author
5 Same Year
6 Never Fold
7 Long Enough
8 No
9 Perfect Flower
10 Achieving
11 Deep
12 Foot Soldier
13 Let's Go Up
14 Changed
15 Understood
16 4rm Me To U
17 Simon Says
18 Think About It
19 Bossman
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