| True story my team is straight you team is weak
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| And your team is fake you shouldn’t even speak in my teams space
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| Paper chase, cuz paper makes me go around the world
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| And that son is what my team makes
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| So imma go hard stop me if you can cuz I know that’s your plan
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| So imma go God_zilla on these nikkas trilla on these flows
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| Building all my richess, pimping on these hoes
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| Leggo Leggo my name echoes echoes
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| The weed is flavoured so yeah im mellow hello
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| Mr. bad guy, mr. |
| mad fly, mr. |
| racks on stacks so
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| Mr. Franchise you betta throw your money damn
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| Ah now drop it down on that that pick it up flow
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| Clap that ass and then sweep it up hoe
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| Chillin back counting stacks
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| Sippin yack puffing sacks
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| Playign craps so holla back
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| Bitches swallow my sead so she knows jus where her diet is at
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| Chorus (Laylow)
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| We got those business business, got those business minds
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| Mind on my money, money on my mind (2x)
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| All I think about is money boy (3x)
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| I could care less what you thinking boy
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| Verse 2 (Laylow)
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| I blow a cubano every time a nikka closes a deal |
| I keep it real skin a nikka if that nikka squeal
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| Get to your hoe i give a fuck about what nikkas feel
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| Suck a dick boy u know that a nikka is trill
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| I walk around like i won the lotto
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| Fuck a hoe after she drowns in that moscato
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| Girl don’t even read what is written on that bottle
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| She’s drinking from the glass or she’s drinking when she’s down low
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| Shit we blow smoke like we about to start a fire
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| Boy these hoes know who the fuck they should admire
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| If your talking money boy your preaching to the quire
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| You say you touching money but i know ya nikkas lying
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| Catch me in 5 years you know I’ll be g fiving
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| Laying down in my jet while ya’ll still lying
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| Hoes getting my food like a fucking lion
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| Clean her tears with a 100 if a bitch is crying |