| On my block, they pushing weight, them niggas bullies
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| That bitch tried to play me, had to get back on my bully
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| Got them racks up, 100k stuffed in my hoodie
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| New VVS’s, diamonds shooting, loaded fully (ay)
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| Lot of grams up in my hood, tell me what you want
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| All my niggas eating good, like the restaurant
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| My bitch look like Meagan Good, she get what she want
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| First she hop up on the wood, then she do a stunt
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| Better watch yo back, this shit get dangerous
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| Looking at this money, guess I’m famous
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| Soon as you go and make some money, they start changing
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| Cut them off cause I got no time for the lame shit
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| I just hopped up in that Maserati, hit a lane switch
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| She can’t be my wifey, she a thottie, I can’t claim it
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| I just told her «keep giving me head"till she brainless
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| Every morning, hop up out my bed, count some franklins
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| I been talking money, what you said, different language
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| Diamonds like a blizzard, get a sled, I can’t tame it
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| Pouring up that lean, I’m sipping meds, cookie fragrance
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| She too thirsty, she get no respect, she a lame bitch
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| I keep working, shit don’t never end, till my gang rich
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| She just want me cause I’m getting dressed, in Balmain shit
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| In that foreign, told her make a left, by the bank bitch
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| Still up in my hood, I never left, on that gang shit
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| I’m counting all of my blessings
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| I’m counting all of the racks
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| I’m never folding or pressing
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| I’m never holding back
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| I’m a young nigga I’m flexing, I bet she notice that
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| I remember I losing, I’m never going back
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| You keep talking like you shooting, but you never hold the strap
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| Nigga, I used to run off with the packs, I’m giving you facts
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| I used to go and sit up in the trap, I’m tryna get back
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| She looking good and her ass looking fat, I hit from the back
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| On my block, they pushing weight, them niggas bullies
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| That bitch tried to play me, had to get back on my bully
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| Got them racks up, 100k stuffed in my hoodie
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| New VVS’s, diamonds shooting, loaded fully (ay)
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| Lot of grams up in my hood, tell me what you want
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| All my niggas eating good, like the restaurant
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| My bitch look like Meagan Good, she get what she want
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| First she hop up on the wood, then she do a stunt
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| Better watch yo back, this shit get dangerous
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| Looking at this money, guess I’m famous
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| Soon as you go and make some money, they start changing
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| Cut them off cause I got no time for the lame shit |