| I got pink money, I got blue money
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| I got new fifties, I got old hundreds
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| Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci Runners
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| Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker
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| Call me Uber Eats 'cause we steady grumblin'
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| Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
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| Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin'
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| I’ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin'
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| This a pound house, we don’t do a zip
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| I’ma eat a shroom, I’ma take a trip
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| Pop it in the mag, I’ma let it rip
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| Ain’t no mercy for 'em, I’ma transform
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| I’m in rare form
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| I be fly as hell, now I’m airborne
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| Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne
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| Told my dog, «If you don’t kill an opp, then I’ma kill you»
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| If we don’t think the same, then I don’t feel you
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| Told my girl, «Come here, I wanna feel you»
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| Don’t get a fake ass, I want the real you
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| Love the way you look from the rear view
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| The stick got a scope, that’s a clear view
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| Sick of bein' broke, I’m tryna heal you
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| Got this sniper rifle and I’m in a foreign, had to flip the title
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| Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital
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| I just left lil' mama, now she suicidal
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| I don’t owe 'em nothin', niggas too entitled
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| Got a quarter with me tryna show her privates
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| On an airplane and the charter private
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| I ain’t never tellin', I’ma keep it silent
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| I ain’t never tellin', I’ma keep it quiet
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| She gon' drink my fluid like a liquid diet
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| What’s the location? |
| We was at the Hyatt
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| Call me Bigfoot, I’m a big stepper like Sasquatch
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| Spent an eighty-ball on a new watch
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| Spent a one-fifty on a new drop
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| Got 'em goin' crazy when the album drop
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| Spent twelve hundred on her crop-top
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| She was thankful for it, she was appreciative
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| Niggas feelin' hurt, they too sensitive
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| Yeah, on a whole 'nother wave with this shit
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| Broke nigga, get away with this shit
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| You gon' end up in the grave with this shit
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| Told a nigga don’t play with this shit
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| Long nights and long days for this shit
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| Stayed down, I done prayed for this shit
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| Hardbody, I was made for this shit
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| Big stepper like I’m Chewbacca
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| In a Redeye, got two choppers
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| I’ma hit 'em up, I’ma 2Pac 'em
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| Fly, tall nigga, call me Big Poppa
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| I’m a big target, got a good lawyer
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| I’ma hit the bitch in some red bottoms
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| Yeah, late night, I be head-huntin'
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| I be red rummin', I be rack racin'
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| I got pink money, I got blue money
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| I got new fifties, I got old hundreds
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| Up in Saks Fifth, bought Balenci Runners
|
| Rent a house to scam somewhere by Tucker
|
| Call me Uber Eats 'cause we steady grumblin'
|
| Lamborghini Urus, hear the motor hummin'
|
| Blind side, a nigga never seen it comin'
|
| I’ma stand tall, you never seen me runnin'
|
| This a pound house, we don’t do a zip
|
| I’ma eat a shroom, I’ma take a trip
|
| Pop it in the mag, I’ma let it rip
|
| Ain’t no mercy for 'em, I’ma transform
|
| I’m in rare form
|
| I be fly as hell, now I’m airborne
|
| Australian vibe with me, she from Melbourne
|
| Told my dog, «If you don’t kill an opp, then I’ma kill you»
|
| If we don’t think the same, then I don’t feel you
|
| Told my girl, «Come here, I wanna feel you»
|
| Don’t get a fake ass, I want the real you
|
| Love the way you look from the rear view
|
| The stick got a scope, that’s a clear view
|
| Sick of bein' broke, I’m tryna heal you
|
| Got this sniper rifle and I’m in a foreign, had to flip the title
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| Yeah, I filled the mile, it got me revital |