| I bring down my top
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| And I got me a drop
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| I’m in love with that money, and I’m chasing this guap
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| Gotta chase me a milli, but I know it’s a lot
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| Got my Sprite on filthy, I be smoking this raw
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| I don’t talk to no cops, but I steady get caught
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| Do whatever I wanna do, I ain’t kicking no rocks
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| Call up one to my spot
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| She gon come with the jaw
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| Can’t fall in love with you, I’m in love with the guap
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| I be flipping these packs every season
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| If you falling in love you can’t leave me
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| Now these niggas they move like they need me
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| I ain’t throwing no shit I ain’t 3D
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| And I’m eating my greens no kiwi
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| I be swimming in water no Fiji
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| She gon take off bikinis, for a nigga like me
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| I got some niggas hating, enemies coming and plotting on me
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| I wanna know what you say I’m taking my packs all overseas
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| All of my bloods be kicking, I fell in love with my weed
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| If I get caught I ain’t snitching, I ain’t even know how to speak
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| Yeah, changing? |
| I ain’t chasing no clout
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| She shaking that ass I might bust in her mouth
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| They hating back then now they feeling me now
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| Stack my figures till the ceiling go down
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| I’ma go chase that milli I’ma send a low
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| Yeah, rapping on the track I don’t rap on roads |