| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh
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| Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| My niggas hopin', I tell 'em go crazy
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| My brother stupid, tell him don’t have no babies
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| And shoutout Cupid, I’m in love with my baby
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| My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
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| But fuck it, it ain’t like these bitches gon' pay me
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| I’m rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
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| My wrist is glistening because of
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| My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me
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| Late night, we was over running on the back street
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| Great White, all you lil' niggas in the back seat
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| Baby, I’m a trapper, let me fuck you to a fast beat
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| Boy, I’m not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
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| All these lil' bitches wanna about they have me
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| Everybody from the fuckin' city wanna tag me
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| Runnin' through the money like a motherfuckin' athlete
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| Yeah, I’m getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me
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| Now I got some money, let me show 'em what the bag do
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| Who says the lil' nigga wanna act cool
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| I had to
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| And you know the sweater costs a rack too
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| Boy I ain’t with talkin', I might fuck around and smack you
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| Catch a nigga walkin', we gon' whack you, jack you
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| Heard that nigga stallin', we gon' track you, crack you, hack you
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| Zip up that boy, then we out
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| Only thing I won’t die for the clout, I don’t know what that shit be about
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| I’m like, yeah, yeah
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| On my way to L.A., I ain’t left the town
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| I’m like no, no
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| Ride around with a whole lot of rounds
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| So I’m smoking shit straight out the pound
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| I’m like, yeah, yeah
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| All my big homies proud, I’m like, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeaj
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| My niggas hopin', I tell 'em go crazy
|
| My brother stupid, tell him don’t have no babies
|
| And shoutout Cupid, I’m in love with my baby
|
| My mama ruthless, said that she gonna play me
|
| But fuck it, it ain’t like these bitches gon' pay me
|
| I’m rich as shit and watch these bitches gon' save me
|
| My wrist is glistening because of
|
| My niggas listen, do whatever, just pay me
|
| Late night, we was over running on the back street
|
| Great White, all you lil' niggas in the back seat
|
| Baby, I’m a trapper, let me fuck you to a fast beat
|
| Boy, I’m not a rapper, all you rappers wanna wrap beef
|
| All these lil' bitches wanna about they have me
|
| Everybody from the fuckin' city wanna tag me
|
| Runnin' through the money like a motherfuckin' athlete
|
| Yeah, I’m getting rich, about a milly, try and catch me |