| Hey
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| Smoke, woah, woah-oh
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| (Wheezy outta here)
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| Woah, woah-oh
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| (Ayy, KBeaZy, you fired up)
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| Yeah
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| Nowadays I get what I want
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| Lately been spendin' the bag
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| Addicted to gettin' that cash
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| Addicted to poppin' them tags
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| Money was made for the sad
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| Now my ex-bitch callin' back
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| Saw me come up out the random
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| Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums
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| Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
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| In my DMs talkin' bout, «Hey, handsome»
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| I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
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| It’s nothin' new, I won’t give into that
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| I eat the hate up and spit it right back
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| My lyrics like bullets, I’m shootin' your ass
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| Women come and go with the cash
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| You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
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| They gon' fold, fold under act
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| I get my medicine straight out the back (Hey)
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| I’m a prospect, not from Earth, I feel like a martian
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| 'Matter fact, bitch, I came from a starship
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| My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin' up
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| If I run into opps, I’ma off 'em
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| I don’t know if you think that you stoppin'
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| What I got goin' on, got a semi with auto on
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| This ain’t no auto-correct, bitch, this a threat
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| Now I’m comin' at your neck
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| Niggas act cute like a pet
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| Soft like a Pop-Tart, act like they got no heart
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| Y’all be the ones that’s pretending
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| Insecurities, they always offended
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| Mad about a bitch I already been in
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| That bitch for everybody, we ain’t spoke in a minute
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| Niggas still in the picture, and I’m still leavin' with her
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| It ain’t nothin', I’m a rebel
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| I can’t conform, I ain’t fallin' back, no
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| She need more, she got too attached, huh
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| Addicted to me like I’m on one
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| Three thousand for that new Rick Owens
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| Walk around, look like a mummy
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| Psychedelics hurt my tummy
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| Swipe, swipe, I’ma get it all (Yeah)
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| Nowadays, I get what I want
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| Lately, been spendin' the bag
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| Addicted to gettin' that cash
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| Addicted to poppin' them tags
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| Money was made for the sad
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| Now my ex-bitch callin' back
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| Saw me come up out the random
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| Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums
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| Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
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| In my DMs talkin' bout, «Hey, handsome»
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| I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
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| It’s nothin' new, I won’t give into that
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| I eat the hate up and spit it right back
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| My lyrics like bullets, I’m shootin' your ass
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| Women come and go with the cash
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| You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
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| They gon' fold, fold under act
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| I get my medicine straight out the bag (Hey)
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| Brand new Corvette, come through smashin' the gas (Skrrt)
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| They made me mad, now I’m back in my bag (I'm back)
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| I hope my main and my side never crash
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| Wide-body 'Cat, tryna dodge my past
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| We catch that boy, then we robbin' his ass
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| It’s the principle, I don’t need the cash
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| Expensive bitches, half a million on lashes
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| I could kick it, but I don’t like to brag
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| Ho, they done made me mad, I’m 'bout to turn up (Turn it up)
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| I got my glizzy, wish a nigga run up
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| You can come get your bitch 'cause I don’t want her
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| I ran my millions up from off the corner
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| I’m the one out here doin' what I wanna
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| My lil' bro ran it up off marijuana
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| Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
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| Trackhawk with sport, I press it then I launch it
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| I’m thankin' God, ain’t no more free lunches
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| Got suspended, me and greeny hundred
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| House up on the hill, I used to want it
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| Now I got it, I don’t even stay there (Hey)
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| I get even, I don’t play fair
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| Probably spend me a million on haters
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| On they top, make 'em drop
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| And I don’t give a fuck 'bout no cops (Hey)
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| Nowadays I get what I want
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| Lately been spendin' the bag
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| Addicted to gettin' that cash
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| Addicted to poppin' them tags
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| Money was made for the sad
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| Now my ex-bitch callin' back
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| Saw me come up out the random
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| Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin' tantrums (Hey)
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| Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
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| In my DMs talkin' bout, «Hey, handsome»
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| I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
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| It’s nothin' new, I won’t give into that
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| I eat the hate up and spit it right back
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| My lyrics like bullets, I’m shootin' your ass
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| Women come and go with the cash
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| You gon' learn and learn that shit fast
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| They gon' fold, fold under act
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| I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo) |