| (It's a monster
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| It’s a monster
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| Money, money
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| It’s a monster)
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| Pack after pack after pack
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| Tell paparazzi relax
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| I never look for the trap
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| You heard, we already know where it’s at
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| Huh, I don’t react, I’ma just look at the stacks
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| Uh, uh-uh, why you gotta flex like that?
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| Yeah, I only care about the racks
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| Tryin' to finagle the tax
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| Start a company and look at the facts
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| I’m out the country, they know where I’m at
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| They trying to come for me
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| But know they can’t fuck with me
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| We love the way you kill the fashion
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| I hope you know that was just a distraction, nigga
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| Pack after pack after pack
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| Tell paparazzi relax
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| I never look for the trap
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| You heard, we already know where it’s at, ok
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| Run for the pack
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| Left with a package, runners are bringing it back, okay
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| And all of these blogs, nigga, I give a fuck what they say
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| I’m back in the place, girl yell at the DJ to back up the bass
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| I’m on the way, room 49, '42 in the safe, yeah
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| Nobody’s safe, the packs are laced, say she wanna taste
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| They smashed the guts in my face, but I can roll Backwood again
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| But I’m coming back with the gang like ok
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| Okay, okay,
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| Ayy, I ain’t really with the shit
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| Big bag full of pink packs, got a Kit-Kat in the whip, yeah
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| This that new drip, she like the whole clique
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| She need that, she like, «I wish, oh, I wish»
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| I’m in, so stylish
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| I ain’t gotta tell what I get
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| Fuck the high, nigga, you a toilet
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| Wait
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| Push packs through the border, move faster
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| Secret space program
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| Main bedroom in the house is called the master
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| They’ll never think they on the 'Gram with
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| Think it’s time to tell 'em who I am
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| Just so they can fully understand
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| They put a fire on my head
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| Always pick truth, never dead
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| Cups in the air
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| We don’t give a fuck send the add'
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| I don’t understand
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| Why you got a hundred fifty thousand in your hand
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| nigga wait
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| Ya’ll just building castles in the sand
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| nigga wait
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| Flexin' in that Falcon, fuck a Lam'
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| Shit, why you always playin', huh?
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| I drip a wrist, spin up in the ship
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| Way too far with the images
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| Niggas think I’m the new Wiz
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| All these gold bricks I’m skippin' in
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| They think I’m actin' different
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| Just 'cause now I’m trying to flip dividends
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| Gold throne that I’m sittin' in
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| Rose gold, kiss venomous
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| Big drip down in Africa
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| This year, just how I did in Flint
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| I tried to tell 'em Ma
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| They wasn’t listening
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| I think it worked to my benefit
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| Only seein' nothin' but the benefits
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| I just pray to God that somebody get a grip
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| They yellin' and tellin' me let 'em live
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| I’m guessing the vision’s ahead of 'em |