| Uh, bag-flippin', cash-trippin', pull up
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| Beat the block like a ass whoopin'
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| Stash box, keep the smashing, racks in it
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| Bought that bitch a Fashion Nova dress just to see her ass in it
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| Twerk for my Instagram
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| She just got a hundred missed calls, it’s her man, damn
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| Oh that’s your nigga now, huh?
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| Said you wasn’t with him, now you with him now, huh?
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| Things different now, huh?
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| You committed now, huh?
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| Guess I can’t hit it how I hit now, huh?
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| Well hit me when ya nigga ain’t around
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| There’s money to be made bitch, I won’t wait around
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| I flex on her for fun, but I do not play around
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| «S"on my chest and I keep a cape around
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| Gang gang with me, yeah I keep like eight around
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| Even when you think they ain’t around, they around
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| Woah, woah, woah, we ain’t playing fair
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| Oh no, no, you don’t want to take it there
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| Thinkin' 'bout my next move in my thinking chair
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| This chip is on my shoulder and it’s stayin' there
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| 'Cause I been through a lot of bull
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| And they can’t stand me 'cause I’m misunderstood
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| And I need a bad bitch just to give her good good
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| Ya girl, I like to eat, I hope you like to cook, cook
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| Used to get the works from my cousin, WupWup
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| Where the foul, free the guys out the woop woop
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| Teacher said you’ll never make it
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| Turn my textbook to a checkbook
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| I put food on the table
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| And I did that without a cookbook
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| I’m rich and they fucking hate it
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| And while they looking mad, I’m just looking good
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| Ay, I feel like flexin'
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| Bitch just call my phone, don’t feel like texting
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| My Louis clothes that’s French, that’s what I’m dressed in
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| Dior my cologne, she said my scent is her obsession
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| I became possessive, soon as the money came in my possession
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| I’m selfish, no question
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| My alarm is set to every second, no restin'
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| My haters spend a lot of time with me, I’m they bestfriend
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| I’m they bestfriend
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| Go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend, go bestfriend
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| Aye, teacher said you’ll never make it
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| Turn my textbook to a checkbook
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| I put food on the table
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| And I did that without a cookbook
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| I’m rich and they fucking hate it
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| And while they looking mad, I’m just looking good
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| Huh, aye, and while they looking mad, I’m just looking good |