| Like when you hear this type of shit you know the check go right up
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| Haha
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| Federal, ugh ugh
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| I’m trending
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| My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
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| These racks can’t fit in my jeans 'cause I’m rockin' skinnies
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| I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
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| She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
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| I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
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| I’ma count money 'til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
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| I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
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| Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending
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| Ah shit, ah shit
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| Yeah, I’m on some boss shit
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| I’m fuckin' the game good and I just came in it
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| I’m on some raw shit
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| I’m fuckin' your bitch and she grabbin' and clutchin' on me
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| Like she a crawfish
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| These niggas mosquitos and I might just spray at 'em
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| Spray at 'em, I’m on some Off! |
| shit
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| You used to be cool, you used to be aight
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| Now you my enemy
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| Got an all black Draco with a hundred some shots for 'em
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| I can shoot for infinity
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| I won’t go back and for dissing you on no internet
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| That shit take too much energy
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| Everybody know that I trained you
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| Daniel San, you like my mini-me
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| I’m still hood with it
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| I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin' in a two seat
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| With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
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| I’m grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie
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| I really did run up some change, them facts
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| Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
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| Why you tryn' come for me, damn relax
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| The burner click clack, your brains go splat
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| I’m trending
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| My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
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| These racks can’t fit in my jeans 'cause I’m rockin' skinnies
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| I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
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| She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
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| I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
|
| I’ma count money 'til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
|
| I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
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| Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending
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| That lil money you gettin' ain’t shit to me
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| I just counted four hundred large nigga
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| I’m with some hitters that don’t give a fuck
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| They gon' leave your ass scarred nigga
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| Why MoneyBagg run the rap game?
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| I don’t know, should ask God nigga
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| I got your bitch, she open for me
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| I just had a menage with her
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| Two bitches one me, that’s three federal
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| Two stacks on the Cartier’s, I can see better
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| I’m draped in Fendi and the F stand for fuck y’all
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| Yeah I’m talkin' 'bout whoever
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| I bought some choppers with clips that curve on 'em
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| Just like that C letter
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| Run up on me if you want to, I heard cry out
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| Big as Coachella
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| Ah shit, ah shit
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| I got them bands on me, they marching
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| I hit the kushy then pop me a perky
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| Now I’m kickin' shit with the martians
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| Pluto, Mars, no Bruno
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| I’m number one like my name was Uno
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| She gave me head, no Nu Gro
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| Then I got off and skrt-ed off in a two door, hey
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| I’m trending
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| My shirt, my belt, my shoes, the shit come from Fendi
|
| These racks can’t fit in my jeans 'cause I’m rockin' skinnies
|
| I walk in a room full of bosses and you know I’m blending
|
| She say I’m a hood nigga with no sense but bitch I got plenty
|
| I put that Malaysian up in her head, told her take out that Remy
|
| I’ma count money 'til I’m dead, lord forgive me for sinning
|
| I try to be cool, you gon' make the news, I don’t know why niggas envy
|
| Forever talk about me, one of the greatest so you know I’m trending
|
| I’m still hood with it
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| I pulled up at Church’s and got me a two piece, I’m ridin' in a two seat
|
| With a bitch that act boujie, she act like Karruche
|
| I’m grippin' the wheel, other hand on her coochie
|
| I really did run up some change, them facts
|
| Couple stains on my shirt from the drank, this Act
|
| Why you tryn' come for me, damn relax
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| The burner click clack, your brains go splat |