| I done ran up a check, now I’m the one bitches chase after
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| All these chains on my neck, I’m not a slave, I own my masters
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| I got that bread and stacked it up
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| It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff
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| I got her head and fell in love
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| She eat up that dick, ain’t no letting up
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| This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
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| I could flex on my ex, it ain’t hard to see my new bitch badder
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| I got 'em hating that I leveled up
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| But I’m rich, so no, I do not give a fuck
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| Everywhere that I step, it’s a pistol tucked
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| Send one of your niggas to get one up
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| Got the game in a lock and I won’t let up
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| Got fresh out the box and got rich as fuck
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| Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot
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| Might fuck around and go buy the Bentley truck
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| Had to grow up real rough, times used to be tough
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| But them niggas still hate how I live it up
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| I was posted in the cut, we ain’t on it letting up
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| 'Til I got off my ass and ran it up
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| Had to get off my ass and go get it
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| Lil' nigga but I got big digits
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| beef, I’m with it
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| You can die 'bout
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| You can’t say shit about me, I got a milli'
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| Whenever I go, my family gon' get it
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| Can never trip 'bout a ho, soon I hit it, I quit it
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| Can’t be loved, sorry bae, I admit it
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| Fill up them drugs, so the pain, I don’t feel it
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| My bitch real bad, I be fucking on a menace
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| She give me head while I drive, I can wreck, this ain’t rented
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| And I got some my windows five-percent tinted
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| Screaming free Yak, pouring shots of the Henny
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| All these free bands, got a custom
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| Grown man
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| Can’t fuck with niggas, no, jack not friendly
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| I done ran up a check, now I’m the one bitches chase after
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| All these chains on my neck, I’m not a slave, I own my masters
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| I got that bread and stacked it up
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| It get put on your head, might start whacking stuff
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| I got her head and fell in love
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| She eat up that dick, ain’t no letting up
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| This is not a Corvette, my Aventador go way faster
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| I could flex on my ex, it ain’t hard to see my new bitch badder
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| I got 'em hating that I leveled up
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| But I’m rich, so no, I do not give a fuck
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| Everywhere that I step, it’s a pistol tucked
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| Send one of your niggas to get one up |