| Ain’t gon' keep me 'round no broke shit, that broke shit get old
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| And don’t keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
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| I’m allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
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| I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes, yeah
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| I can’t wear the shit you bitches wear because it’s cheap to me
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| It’s some money at my table, grab a seat with me
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| Cost a ticket just to cover all my legal fees
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| I don’t hang with jealous bitches, that’s a weak disease
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| Ho, don’t run up
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| If you broke and in my business, then just shut up
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| I invested in my body bitch, I’m done up
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| I look good, I like to fuck him when the sun up, uh
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| I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega
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| And I keep it with me just so that I’m feeling safer
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| Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega
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| Bitch, I’m getting money, give a fuck about a hater
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| It’s a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
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| It’s a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
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| Ain’t gon' keep me 'round no broke shit, that broke shit get old
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| And don’t keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
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| I’m allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
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| I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes
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| White on white Bentley, trunk got the engine
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| Ho tryna get near me, bitch, stay up outta my mentions
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| Birkin bag, got plenty, twenty racks and Fendi
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| Got time for these messy hoes in my business, I ain’t with it
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| Got right now, not next, need M’s on all of my checks
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| Don’t worry 'bout who I text, just know it ain’t my ex
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| Lotta rich niggas in here, no bitch niggas in here
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| When the pack landed a check cleared and this what you hear, uh
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| I put on my jewelry just to go to the bodega
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| And I keep it with me just so that I’m feeling safer
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| Fendi on my body, but my feet is in Bottega
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| Bitch, I’m getting money, give a fuck about a hater
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| It’s a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
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| It’s a whole lotta money in this motherfucker
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| Ain’t gon' keep me 'round no broke shit, that broke shit get old
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| And don’t keep me 'round no ho shit, these hoes get too bold
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| I’m allergic to that no shit, my wrist game on cold
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| I might paint my coupe white just to match with my toes
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| Bia, Bia |