| It’s the BYLUG general, HB still killin' 'em
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| Big faces, I was spendin' 'em, back when I shopped at Pinnacle
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| You wanna fuck me then it’s only right you bring a friend with you
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| My lendin' money mystical, now my ex lookin' pitiful
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| Could’ve been in Prada, Gabbana, but now you tennis shoes
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| And why y’all niggas walkin' 'round like y’all ain’t into jewels?
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| When I lose the juice, icy in interviews
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| Baby choose, and them dudes doin' what they finna do
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| I’m so bad, lil' nigga, and when my livin' through
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| Bury me in a BYLUG tee, don’t put me in a suit
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| In the coupe with Pay, yeah, that Corvette
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| Fuck her up in my board-X, then show her where the door at
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| Strapped up like Durex, we always safe
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| Money tied up the long way, I’m always straight
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| Chatter first, got these stank hoes all on wait
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| So that bitch steady askin' why I always play, ayy
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| We ain’t thinkin' 'bout y’all, hell nah
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| Rich niggas just do what we doin'
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| Ain’t no money shortage, hell nah
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| Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin'
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| Same niggas that be talkin' that shit
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| Same niggas know they ain’t fuckin' with me
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| Ain’t shit changed, still gettin' it
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| Rich niggas still run the city
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| I’m in that new shit, smashin' on the engine
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| Talkin' on my cellphone, dashin' through the trenches
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| Niggas tryna keep comin', we just laughin' at you bitches
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| You think you competition, you ain’t practice to a nigga
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| We do this shit, spend money like we grew this shit
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| Drop off work like how I move this shit
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| Pull up to valet in the newest whip
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| And if valet full I’ma tell him move his bitch
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| Hop out with the Rollie frosty
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| Half a hundred what it cost me
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| Bitches like, «Why he so gaudy?»
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| Way before I rocked the show I was sellin' rocks and blow
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| Tellin' hoes if you ain’t fuckin' then you gotta go
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| At least a nigga honest, though (I'm honest), I don’t play games
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| White ice and gray chains, they pissed off 'cause they lame
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| My love, we do things
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| We don’t babysit, we move things
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| And cop new chains with loose change
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| We ain’t thinkin' 'bout y’all, hell nah
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| Rich niggas just do what we doin'
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| Ain’t no money shortage, hell nah
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| Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin'
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| Same niggas that be talkin' that shit
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| Same niggas know they ain’t fuckin' with me
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| Ain’t shit changed, still gettin' it
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| Rich niggas still run the city
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| We still run the city, we still run the city
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| We still run the city, we still run the city
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| Bitch, I’m a motherfuckin' overlord, Dre Armany
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| Giovanni beside me, my bitches rock Versace
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| Buy a logo, almighty, I don’t like nobody
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| My young niggas be grimy, they want to catch a body
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| Big body sedan, I used to blow then
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| Now it’s cookie from the West, what you wanna spend?
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| Come shop with me, my price so lovely
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| These niggas wanna slug me, these bitches wanna fuck me
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| Bust them bitches down real quick just like the load
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| Fuck a deal, we still gettin' money, we count up
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| All y’all niggas ho, y’all niggas told, y’all niggas got us fucked up
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| Took a trip, came back, now I’m back up
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| You got a phone around your neck, Pay got a home around his neck
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| I got a nina on my waist, she’ll kiss you in your face
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| She be singin' like she Drake, I be trippin' like my shoes untied
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| It’s a cold world, I been losin' guys
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| Movin' pies, my time, I had to utilize
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| Ju just came home, he had to do a five
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| Call me Bellboy AKA the enforcer
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| Kid fucked your wife, you should probably divorce her
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| I know you salty, boy it’s bands in these joggers
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| And I got that stick just in case you feeling froggy
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| I don’t trust a nigga
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| Turn Mr. Rough and then I bust a nigga
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| What’s up with niggas?
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| Actin' all friendly, that’s why I don’t fuck with niggas
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| Talkin' like you had paper, you just a mad hater
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| I’m a fuckin' gladiator, shoot like Dion Waiters
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| Bitch, I’m all out of favors, unless you stuffed that
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| Woke up panicking, where my Benz and my bucks at?
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| Matter fact, where Truck at? |
| It’s time to get busy
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| Doughboyz Cashout, we still run the city
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| We ain’t thinkin' 'bout y’all, hell nah
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| Rich niggas just do what we doin'
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| Ain’t no money shortage, hell nah
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| Everybody eatin', whole clique chewin'
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| Same niggas that be talkin' that shit
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| Same niggas know they ain’t fuckin' with me
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| Ain’t shit changed, still gettin' it
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| Rich niggas still run the city
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| Ghetto superstar
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| Ghetto superstar |