| Stackin' up guap like it’s art
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| Go hard, do it again tomorrow
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| Ruger Five-seveN when it’s war
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| Hoppin' out, presentation galore
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| I just like to treat my bitch, no time for extra shit
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| I been on a money trip
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| Bringin' that lettuce in
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| Took her shoppin', we just went to Saks
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| Told her hit the flavor and relax
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| I just wanna feel you throw it back
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| Shoppin' with the blick, it’s compact
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| I told JRoc to load them cutters up and go’n and spin
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| He asked me, «Money, when?» |
| Shout out OBN
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| You know me, I be the youngin on the money trip
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| Grown man shit, I gotta keep up with myself
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| I remember bein' mad sittin' up in a cell
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| But I shoot back, sittin' next to lifers who ain’t makin' bail
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| Moved from out my city, barely down there, I be outta town
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| AR clip extended for protection when I’m movin' 'round
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| Trippin' on you bitches, yeah, it’s up, lately, been droolin' down
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| Niggas steady hollerin' they up next, but shit, Lil Rocket now
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| I was broke inside my mama basement with no help
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| I’m just tryna see some better days, I want some wealth
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| Thuggin' with the gang, but really I’m good all by myself
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| I can’t switch up on my bros, it’s BC to the death
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| Stackin' up guap like it’s art
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| Go hard, do it again tomorrow
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| Ruger Five-seveN when it’s war
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| Hoppin' out, presentation galore
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| I just like to treat my bitch, no time for extra shit
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| I been on a money trip
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| Bringin' that lettuce in
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| In a foreign, I switched the VIN
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| Addicted to this money, that shit like my medicine
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| Havin' accounts and BINs
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| Got millions, that’s for my friends
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| Got sauce, it come with all the numbers and include the PIN
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| Sorry if I ever finessed you, I just wanted to win
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| Sorry if I ever stressed you, I ain’t really mean it
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| A whole mil' in all blues, she couldn’t even believe it
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| Goin' hard, coppin' sportscars
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| Takin' trips, we on shroom bars
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| Antisocial, I don’t talk to laws
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| Fat paper lookin' like Allah
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| Filipino droppin' off the load
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| Smash and then I send the bitch home
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| A hundred large from a fictitious loan
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| New strain in the air, partner grown
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| Sometimes I wanna be left alone
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| I just came and kept shit player
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| I count this check, a nigga gone |