| Federal, Federal
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| Southside
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| We can fuck and duck off but you gotta hush up
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| Talkin' all that gangster talk gon' get you touched up
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| Rush up, I’ma up and let it burn like Usher
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| Hood rich and famous, got the juice, no jungle
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| Told the jeweler Mike 'n' Ike me (all different colors)
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| Double cup, my icy
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| All my hoes wifey (all of 'em)
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| Feds want to indict me (probably)
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| Niggas sendin' threats and shit, I don’t take it lightly (I don’t)
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| Fuck them haters really
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| Count this money up, excite me (I love it)
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| Run up this money, them bitches gon' fuck 'em all, that’s for nothin'
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| Chasin' that money, you know I’m gon' get it
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| I’m straight out the north, bitch I’m straight out the gutter
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| Fuck on that bitch then I fuck on her sister
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| After that I pass that ho to my brother
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| You know I ain’t lovin' her, know I ain’t cuffin' her
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| Strapped when I’m with her, you know I ain’t trustin' her
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| Hop out the Benz, I’m straight in the Tesla
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| After I hit her you know I ain’t textin' her
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| Fifty thousand, fifty shots on me now
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| Cup full of drank and I’m sippin' that medical
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| YoungBoy and Bagg, that’s 38 federal
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| Confidential, nigga know we ain’t tellin' nothin'
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| Really sip lean, know we ain’t sellin' nothin'
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| Run up on us, watch how quick we gon' step 'em somethin'
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| We can fuck and duck off but you gotta hush up
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| Talkin' all that gangster talk gon' get you touched up
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| Rush up, I’ma up and let it burn like Usher
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| Hood rich and famous, got the juice, no jungle
|
| Told the jeweler Mike 'n' Ike me (all different colors)
|
| Double cup my icy
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| All my hoes wifey (all of 'em)
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| Feds want to indict me (probably)
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| Niggas sendin' threats and shit, I don’t take it lightly (I don’t)
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| Fuck them haters really (fuck 'em)
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| Count this money up, excite me
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| I’m runnin' through the money like I’m runnin' through these bitches,
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| I’m dumb with it
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| Diamonds hittin' so fuckin' hard, you would swear that the sun in it
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| Fuck the media, blog sites take your lil shit and run with it
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| Hoes be wantin' me to fuck with no rubber, prayin' I cum in it
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| That’s what I give for fuckin' with the Mexican bitch from the city
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| (What happened with it Yo?)
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| Lost her mind, went and got MoneyBagg tatted on her titty
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| Told you we can fuck off, but you gotta keep quiet
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| Walked in the club and turned up, got them choppers outside
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| We can fuck and duck off but you gotta hush up
|
| Talkin' all that gangster talk gon' get you touched up
|
| Rush up, I’ma up and let it burn like Usher
|
| Hood rich and famous, got the juice, no jungle
|
| Told the jeweler Mike 'n' Ike me (all different colors)
|
| Double cup my icy
|
| All my hoes wifey (all of 'em)
|
| Feds want to indict me (probably)
|
| Niggas sendin' threats and shit, I don’t take it lightly (I don’t)
|
| Fuck them haters really (fuck 'em)
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| Count this money up, excite me (I love it) |