| I got a bad bitch she hit my jack all day now I don’t even want her
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| Sat in the trap all day now we sit in the mansion that’s all that we wanted
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| Can’t show no love to nobody, don’t fuck with you niggas if I’m being honest
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| Stay with duffle all up on me, the duffle bag on me its full of the hunnids
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| Ran it up on this blue like Sonic, pull out the ghost and it’s haunted
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| I don’t know why she think she a baddie
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| Cause that pussy got bodies it’s haunted
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| And I got me some bread now I’m on it
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| Hop in the V and floor it, these niggas breeze like foreigns
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| We gettin' green like florists
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| Cartier frames look like I’m giving lessons
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| Sippin' this drink cause a nigga be stressin', all of this money gon' send em a
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| message
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| I put the work in I’m fully invested
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| When I was broke yeah I had enough sleep, now I get money so no I ain’t resting
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| And in my city it’s never no peace, everyday niggas get hit and they resting
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| I’m tryna make some dollars every second
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| Get to it first and I don’t get it second
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| When I was little just wanted a necklace
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| These little niggas ain’t getting no check in
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| Some of my niggas still doing some dirt and money be clean and that money be
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| neat
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| Shawty said she getting tired of working
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| I flew her out and put her on a beach
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| She let me fuck and she kept it discreet
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| And when it’s smoke we kept it the streets
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| I’m in the Benz it’s just me and my heat
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| Guaranteed they won’t take nothing from me
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| And they can try but they nothing like me
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| It ain’t no tryouts to get on my team
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| I swear that money turned me to a beast
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| Maybach and I’m reclining the seats
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| I got a bad bitch she hit my jack all day now I don’t even want her
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| Sat in the trap all day now we sit in the mansion that’s all that we wanted
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| Can’t show no love to nobody, don’t fuck with you niggas if I’m being honest
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| Stay with duffle all up on me, the duffle bag on me its full of the hunnids
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| Ran it up on this blue like Sonic, pull out the ghost and it’s haunted
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| I don’t know why she think she a baddie
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| Cause that pussy got bodies it’s haunted
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| And I got me some bread now I’m on it
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| Hop in the V and floor it, these niggas breeze like foreigns
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| We gettin' green like florists |