| CashMoneyAP
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| Ice
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| Jay Critch, Hood Fave
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| Forest beats
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| (Hey)
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| Ay, I got me some change and I stayed the same nigga
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| I hop in the foreign, I’m switching lanes quicker
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| No, I hop in the foreign
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| She say I’m her favorite nigga
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| You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger
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| Swish, balling like James on niggas
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| You a bitch, that’s why I can’t hang with niggas
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| No piff, cookie my fragrance nigga
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| My wrist, cold like a glacier nigga
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| Your bitch, tryna run games on niggas
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| She sucking dick, she ain’t getting paid though nigga
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| I gave her a tip, cut off that lame ass nigga
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| Hop out the whip, been put that flame on niggas
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| My 30s on go for the payments
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| Say you in your glow, well it’s fading
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| In the Wraith, color Caucasian
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| Get the cake, don’t do no waiting
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| You got a hand out but I had to take it
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| I know I stand out, diamonds amazing
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| Man down, fell asleep off the Fanta
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| I’m the man now, buy my momma a mansion
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| Aye, I got me some change and I stayed the same nigga
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| I hop in the foreign, I’m switching lanes quicker |
| No, I hop in the foreign
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| She say I’m her favorite nigga
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| You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger
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| Swish, balling like James on niggas
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| You a bitch, that’s why I can’t hang with niggas
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| No piff, cookie my fragrance nigga
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| My wrist, cold like a glacier nigga
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| Your bitch, tryna run games on niggas
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| She sucking dick, she ain’t getting paid though nigga
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| I gave her a tip, cut off that lame ass nigga
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| Hop out the whip, been put that flame on niggas
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| (Offset!)
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| Uh
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| It’s a whole gang, we villains, uh
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| Tuck in your chain, I mean literally
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| We get you topped, JF Kennedy
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| I go gorilla like Willie B
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| Take off the top of the Bentley B
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| Jay Critch got your hoe in a Lambo speed
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| Paint that bitch fat like she Mona Lis
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| Drippin' in Saint Laurent overseas
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| Life’s a static, hit off with a Patek
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| I fuck that hoe on the floor on the palet
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| Baddies on baddies on baddies
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| They singin' like Gladys, they eat it like cabbage
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| We pull in, cars they on valet
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| Stars in the ceiling, no planets
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| On top of your bitch like a tally |
| I walk through the mall up at Rally
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| Pull out the kisser, that bih gon' do damage
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| Bentley truck this is not standard
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| Black and white guts, this shit panda
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| I wipe your nose like a scammer
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| I smash your bitch like a animal
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| I got the fastest coupe with no handle bar
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| The kill tech doin' the damage
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| My wrist is flooded, Titanic
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| New freezer, my chain is a bandit
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| Niggas get sweet like dandies
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| I drip on the bitch in the mannequin
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| Ice out the gang cause the gang is my family
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| Niggas can’t hold, can’t fuck with me
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| Fuck a nigga' hoe with the double tree
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| Choppin' up the dough like a puzzle piece
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| I done spent a hunnid, diamond ear piece
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| Aye, I got me some change and I stayed the same nigga
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| I hop in the foreign, I’m switching lanes quicker
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| No, I hop in the foreign
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| She say I’m her favorite nigga
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| You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger
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| Swish, balling like James on niggas
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| You a bitch, that’s why I can’t hang with niggas
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| No piff, cookie my fragrance nigga
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| My wrist, cold like a glacier nigga |
| Your bitch, tryna run games on niggas
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| She sucking dick, she ain’t getting paid though nigga
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| I gave her a tip, cut off that lame ass nigga
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| Hop out the whip, been put that flame on niggas
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| My niggas working the hardest
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| Buckets, get to the racks like Harden
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| Duckin', from the police department
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| Fuck it, we still gon' get it regardless
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| And I’m juggin', you can’t ball with us, you garbage
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| Niggas buggin', copy the wave we started
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| Straight out the oven, I’m getting paid, they starving
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| I’m in her stomach, she swallow seeds, she farming
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| Hood fave get the extras
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| Now, fuck a next up
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| Big Bentley truck fuck a Tesla
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| Walk around with my chest up, flexed like a wrestler
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| You niggas fold under pressure
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| Rich Forever the best up
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| Get it together, making these niggas play catch up
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| I hope you got your vest up
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| You tryna test us, they gon' be cleaning your mess up
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| Your bitch was fronting 'til she seen me stunting
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| Baby I know you know better
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| I want the money that’s end of discussion
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| Don’t call me 'less it’s 'bout cheddar |
| I’m in the hood, 4 grams in the wood
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| It’s me Bundie, Justo and Cheddar
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| All this ice looking good, try and hit jug
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| Pussy boy you could never
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| Your bitch say she love me forever and ever
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| And I did not know what to tell her
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| Switched up once I hit it, I know she a bird
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| This Gucci ain’t touching no feathers
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| I’ma hop in the coupe and I swerve
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| I’m keeping my foot on the peddle
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| I heard she be fucking with nerds, shawty you not on my level
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| Aye, I got me some change and I stayed the same nigga
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| I hop in the foreign, I’m switching lanes quicker
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| No, I hop in the foreign
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| She say I’m her favorite nigga
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| You niggas just want the fame but my niggas aiming bigger
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| Swish, balling like James on niggas
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| You a bitch, that’s why I can’t hang with niggas
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| No piff, cookie my fragrance nigga
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| My wrist, cold like a glacier nigga
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| Your bitch, tryna run games on niggas
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| She sucking dick, she ain’t getting paid though nigga
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| I gave her a tip, cut off that lame ass nigga
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| Hop out the whip, been put that flame on niggas |