| I break bank, seals, hundred dollar bills
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| I been getting to it all day I ain’t tryna chill
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| Roll dank, still, quarter P a kill
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| Independent hustler, let’s make a deal
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| Pull rank still, you know how I feel
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| That’s super high without chasing a pill
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| Niggas ain’t real, they ain’t in the field
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| If they get jammed they gon' squeal
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| Nobu like Wendy’s if I want a light meal
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| If I’m on the bill it’s a big fight filled
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| Really they ain’t safe, for fronting they ain’t paying for nothing
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| Man if only you could pawn your ice grill
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| All my niggas get money its protocol
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| Watch those before us ball
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| If I fuck that package up they’d be more appalled
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| The game got me not feeling shit like Toradol
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| Gear up take it to all of y’all
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| Better get this money
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| Cash out ring me up
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| The director, a fly lecture
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| The bullshit side stepper, seen it coming like nah heffer
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| My gesture, bougie trifectas in Tribeca, yes sir
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| Time to rep a, Iceberg big, you could spot him like leapord
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| Effortlessly kill 'em my track record
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| Blueprint to the cool shit I’m that nigga, etcetera
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| Cold game, serve like Federer
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| Wimbledon, winners win, above the head of a simpleton
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| Pro nigga, I ain’t doing beginner things
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| Name ring, Beijing to Minesing
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| Better get this money
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| Cash out, ring me up
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| Ring me up, ring me up
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| Gotta get this money
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| Cash out, ring me up
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| No help needed but help wanted
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| Behind closed doors I’m kept dormant
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| This game sour like a grapefruit
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| I treat women like liquor I won’t chase you
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| I keep it brief incase you was wondering
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| This piece, no puzzling, heat seek like summer in Pheonix
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| I’m sonning 'em, DMC, like Russ and 'em
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| Pop Cris', no rushing 'em, show guns, no tucking 'em
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| Damn boy we bad boy’s like Puff and 'em
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| Glass jaws I’m snuffing 'em, gassed artists y’all pumping 'em
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| 14 Karat ropes, no jumping 'em
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| New cars I jump in 'em, old hoes I’m dumping 'em
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| Whooo, wanna rump with him, not a soul
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| Only popping on the 'gram that is not a goal
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| I need hoes and a whole lotta O’s
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| Whole lotta love bring a whole lotta foes
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| I tried to take this lighter and burn ya straight to the ground
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| I tried to take this fire, and burn it straight to the ground
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| Straight to the ground
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| Straight to the ground
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| Straight to the ground
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| Straight to the ground
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| Yea, straight through the ground |