| Had to stop fuckin' around
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| On the strip I said fuck it one day I’m gon' rich
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| 'Cause I’m tired of being broke as shit
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| Had to figure out how I’m gon' get it
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| Now go get it I
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| And my license wasn’t legit
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| I don’t know what I was doin' but I did it
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| When the fiends call the location I picked it
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| Always got food on a nigga like a picnic
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| Always keep a strap empty it out it go click, click
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| Always wit' some goons that these niggas couldn’t click wit'
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| 'Cause in the streets y’all labeled as a big bitch
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| Industry or in the street
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| Either way I’m good just mention me, good
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| Or Houdini make that pack disappear like it was a genie
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| Then he go and cop them new VV’s
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| If the bitch bad we’ll put her on the T. V
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| Industry or in the street, new VV’s
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| All I did was get that pack gone, yeah
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| We might wipe him down hold him for ransom, aye
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| How much did I make up off of Samsung, uh
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| I just made some racks up in a bando, aye
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| I ain’t tryna end up in no handcuffs, uh
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| Know I’m makin' plays up in America, uh
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| Cro spin 'round your block we call 'em merry-go, uh
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| How you fuckin' wit' rats you’re a lil' weirdo, uh
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| Untoe by my side like that bitch mine
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| Fuckin' that lil' bitch so fat, she did a handstand
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| And I did the digital dash not a nae nae
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| She might bag bro me and Billz up in a mansion |