| So I just signed that I hope it pays back
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| Couple millies need a chase that, this baby needs racks
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| Might just get myself some payback and where the case at
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| I might just flip it run it cash that, I gotta cash that
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| Yeah
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| Cause I got 7 banks, empty thots, plenty
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| Too much on my mind its kinda heavy
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| I got 7 tracks ready
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| China’s, with me
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| Way too many hits this world ain’t ready for the baby
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| I’ve been moving, I’ve been moving, I’ve been moving
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| What you doing? |
| What you doing? |
| What you doing?
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| I’ve been around it, then when I found it I got groovy
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| Trippy tryna be an actor in the movies
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| Money in the bag cause my future is exactly where I’m at
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| Ain’t got time for trash talk, these goofies on their laptop
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| I’m cheffin already ain’t no more bread or spaghetti
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| I’m on my greens, on my veggies, bro on my health I got plenty
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| Wake up feeling like shit but I’m changing it
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| My brain’s all twisted like this I’m rearranging it
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| SoundCloud paying me again I’m going down, down
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| Baby what you need it cause I got you any time now
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| Might just get myself some marijuana just for me, ayy
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| I got all connections every west and every week
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| Broke and I’m still flexing with my homie out in Canada
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| But the difference in the future we’ll be stacking out in Panama
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| So I just signed that I hope it pays back
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| Couple millies need a chase that, this baby needs racks
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| Might just get myself some payback and where the case at
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| I might just flip it run it cash that, I gotta cash that
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| Yeah
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| Cause I got 7 banks, empty thots, plenty
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| Too much on my mind its kinda heavy
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| I got 7 tracks ready
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| China’s, with me
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| Way too many hits this world ain’t ready for the baby
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| Yeah I’m posted in the coop
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| Wait, posted in the boof
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| My finger got some loops
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| Fuck the lean I drink the soup
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| Got some polo on my shoes
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| Wait, money on my mind
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| Wait, cup be filled with goose paired with Tropicana juice, yea
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| Run this game, huh
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| Run it, run a bag, huh
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| Always check the tags, yea I always check the tags
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| And I eat my steak fillet, why your mommy call me bae?
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| Your ice is crusty it clay, my diamonds jumping watch em sway, ay
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| I’m a loose mind, independent unsigned, mastermind
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| Damn broke, check less, Mastercard, declined
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| Wide waist, thin pants, God that booty, defined
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| One song, play my shit, now you hit a gold mine
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| So you say you get that money by your self, but bitch you signed?
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| Stick the hell outside my lane but boy you follow lines
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| Tryna make this money legal I don’t want no fines
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| Needa cop a wrist I need reminding I got time
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| So I just signed that I hope it pays back
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| Couple millies need a chase that, this baby needs racks
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| Might just get myself some payback and where the case at
|
| I might just flip it run it cash that, I gotta cash that
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| Yeah
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| Cause I got 7 banks, empty thots, plenty
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| Too much on my mind its kinda heavy
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| I got 7 tracks ready
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| China’s, with me
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| Way too many hits this world ain’t ready for the baby |