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I ain't even gotta lie

Just look to the sky you'll see what I been on

Now a days I been putting some money aside before I'm popping that shit off

Now a days I'm producing the records that me and my niggas'll spit on

Spring break and we back in Miami but this time I'm bringing my bitch home

This time I'm making it clear, I see through your veil, you walking on tiptoes

Thinking you fly, I'ma clip those

Wings to the sky like I'm six-four

Mario nigga, I'm sorry yo nigga, ain't know how to hustle the brick roads

Deep shade of brown on my rib bones

Yeah, nah, I ain't even gotta lie, just look to the sky, you see what I've been on

Nowadays I've been putting some money aside for I'm popping that shit off

Nowadays I'm producing the records that me and my niggas'll spit on

Spring break and we back in Miami, but this time I'm bringing my bitch home

This time I'm bringing my uh, uh,

bounce that shit like

Uh,

I say bounce that shit like woah for me, get low for me baby

Bounce that shit like