| Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, Molotov
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| So much money to my name, I don’t need a job
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| So many angels 'round me, that I don’t need my rod
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| Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
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| Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
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| Home sick, trap on my mind
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| Trap any day, man trap all the time (I'm on the grind)
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| I gotta grind, money is time, so stop wastin' mine (Go, go, go, go)
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| Bitches be distractions
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| Love makin' transactions
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| When I pull that bankroll out, let’s see your reactions
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| I like Ben Franklins, and I like Jacksons
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| (And I like Jacksons)
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| Chopper Michael Jackson, I don’t shop at Pacsun
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| Chopper hit your stomach, you havin' contractions
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| I be rubbin' on that ass, for my satisfaction
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| Ice bin, all day, on my passion
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| She spends the whole day on IG captions
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| Baby girl don’t lie, stop the cappin (Stop the cap)
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| Talkin' all that freaky shit, show me action
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| Bitch this ain’t math class, but show a fraction (Show a fraction)
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| Guessin' you can’t do that 'cause you ain’t have it
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| (You gotta be kiddin' me)
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| The 30 didn’t hear me, I thug on that bitch with the energy (Shhh)
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| Tellin' me it’s not the end of me, I’m killin' yall niggas like literally
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| He think he the shit, he a little me
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| Smokin' the dope, it’s killin' my memory
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| Mask on, nigga they won’t remember me
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| Baby girl, Sun, Moon, Fire, Molotov
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| So much money to my name, I don’t need a job
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| So many angels 'round me, that I don’t need my rod
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| Ghetto bitch, rock Dubai
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| Yellow bitch, corn on the cob
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| Home sick, trap on my mind
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| Trap any day, man trap all the time (I'm on the grind)
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| I gotta grind, money is time, so stop wastin' mine
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| (Go, go, go, go) |