| Yeah, first song of 2018, you dig?
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| Yeah, shout out my Alabama niggas
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| Mattazik Been Boomin' Off Rip!
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| I’ma clean up like a maid, every day I’m gettin' paid
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| My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade
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| We was just thumbin' through cash
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| And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid
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| I can’t be makin' no minimum wage
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| Used to be broke now we all on the stage
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| I’m this bitch with The Game
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| Sixty whole racks for the chain
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| They’re singing my shit all in Spain
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| Got off my ass and I made me a name
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| Young nigga runnin' with mobsters
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| We eatin' shrimp, steak, and lobster
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| And we don’t fuck with imposters
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| I spend a rack on some joggers
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| I’m in LA like a Dodger
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| Bad bitches all on my roster
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| Sippin' on lean, need a doctor
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| I poured an eight in a bottle
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| Pull up and hop out, I’m proper
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| Christian Dior, no Prada
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| Top of the year, I’m 'bout to hop on a Lear
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| Bend that ass over, I fuck from the rear
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| Finna sleep in the air and I don’t gotta steer
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| Broke with no money, you cannot get near
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| Sipping on lean, I’m not drinking no beer
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| I talk about hundreds, I don’t want to hear
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| I’m tryna stack up a milly and grind
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| Been working so hard, I know it’s my time
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| They do not want me to shine, I gotta keep me a nine
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| I can’t be wasting my time, I gotta get it, I grind for what’s mine
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| I can’t be pouring up lines, I buy me a pint every time they come 'round
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| Keep it flat like I’m Santana, pour up a deuce in a Fanta
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| Ballin' on niggas with handles
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| Fresh as a bitch for the cameras
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| I’ma clean up like a maid, every day I’m gettin' paid
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| My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade
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| We was just thumbin' through cash
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| And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid
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| I can’t be makin' no minimum wage
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| Used to be broke now we all on the stage
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| Yeah, runnin' up the cars, them hood fights in the park
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| Hotboxin' it get dark nigga, can’t post his picture, he done robbed nigga
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| I’m standing all on stage nigga, dub a show gettin' paid nigga
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| Do that shit like every day, that’s a hundred forty every week
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| My trap house on peak, my lil homies gon' sleep
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| 'partment on Spark Street, so you know we pulled up deep
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| Lil homie on the X pill, runnin' 'round on percocets and he geeked
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| And he keep draco on the sheet, he just want to rock a young nigga sleep
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| Paid for her to get an abortion, I made her treat me important
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| I been ridin' around in Porsches, I’m addicted to lean, I keep pourin' it
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| They didn’t let me get in, now I’m going in
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| Get my money together, it’s flowing in
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| Get my army together, we going in
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| I was good for this shit, I was sworn in
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| Free throw line, I’ma hit mine
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| Sit on recline, me and G5
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| On the top of the clouds, me and Fadey
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| On a private jet, nigga we made it
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| When the people see me they go crazy
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| Got these bankrolls on me, I ain’t changing
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| I’ma clean up like a maid, every day I’m gettin' paid
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| My bitch say I’m stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade
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| We was just thumbin' through cash
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| And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid
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| I can’t be makin' no minimum wage
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| Used to be broke now we all on the stage |