| People talk about me but bitch I don’t give a fuck
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| I’m sitting count money, trying to find a bitch to lust
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| Pull up on your girlfriend in a tour bus
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| Pull up with her best friend in her moma Porsche
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| Damn, I’m so hot I call myself a walking torch
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| Catch me every friday smoking weed on the porch
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| Young king, bitch I eat with hundred dollar forks
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| Pure grape vines wrapped around my fucking fork
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| Big blunt smoking, bitch we about to go aboard
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| I wake up every day and feel paid, thank the lord
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| Everything I got on, bitch you probably can’t afford
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| But everything I got on made by me but ain’t in stores
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| Damn, I can’t wait to get me an accountant
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| Till the damn day I’m stacking money and I’m counting
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| Till the damn day I’m with my niggas and we lounging
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| Till the day I go, I keep my mind clear and cloudy
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| Damn, I can’t wait to get me an accountant
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| Till the damn day I’m stacking money and I’m counting
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| Till the damn day I’m with my niggas and we lounging
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| Till the day I go, I keep my mind clear and cloudy
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| Young Kenshin Travis bitch I’m wet like fish pores
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| I dive in the sea and I kill to the shores
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| They try to bite me, but bitch I won’t ever budge
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| I will terrorize you like your ass on The Grudge
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| Damn, why they talking down like I give a fuck?
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| I don’t wish shit on a man, but good luck
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| Show me my opponent bet he’ll leave with missing guts
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| Bitch, I’m a lion and I don’t fuck with scrubs
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| Bitch |