| When you workin' with them bands, all them bitches be on top of me
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| The haters never stoppin' me, the police right behind a G
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| I can’t stop at the light 'cause if I do, then it’s a robbery
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| A felon, but the difference is they never even caught a G, I’m rich
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| Bitch with no hands, do the splits
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| You freak and I know, tell your mans he can dip, now strip
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| Benji’s, I love the blue strips
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| If your reach for my chain, this Glock get you lit, I trip
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| Now who trippin'? |
| Nobody
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| We sippin' this wocky, your bitch think I’m cocky, I’m it
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| I don’t even have to brag 'cause I never really had shit and now I’m in a Jag,
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| on God
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| My life speaks for itself
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| Y’all be actin' too much but don’t actually help
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| Niggas speak like they family, but never been around me
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| I’m wonderin' when you was down
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| 'Cause I did this on my own, ain’t no partner
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| Choppa get to kickin', like soccer
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| Was whippin' out the pot on the block, Betty Crocker
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| Ho' elbows like pasta
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| I been with the shit, watch your mouth, ho'
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| Been strapped up like some Velcro
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| I’d rather get caught with that shit then without, ho'
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| Tell the police while it’s out, ho', you got me?
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| Big to big papi
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| When your bitch on my line, it get so sloppy
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| If it don’t, bitch, she hit the road if she won’t top me
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| Made millions all on my own and it won’t stop me, lil' nigga
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| You a dummy
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| I leave this with that 'cause I wrap shit like mummy
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| Spit facts 'bout them packs, ain’t no caps
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| And my money gon' talk for itself 'cause it’s actually funny
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| Over
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| Over, mm
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| Over
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| Over, over, over |