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Stupid ass lil nigga

Keep countin' all that and then when you done with that put that over there

Yeah, we gon' pop up right outside his house right where his mama stay

I might hit that hoe, I told that bitch I ain't got

We gon' pop up right outside his house right where his mama stay

I might hit yo bitch, I told that hoe I ain't got time today

I hop up in that truck, I hit sports mode when I'm about to race

Yo bitch bad, but she ain't got no car, I got nowhere to stay

Shit that I be on, they never on, so they can't come my way

I pull up in my driveway, watch my cameras glock up on my waist

I started this, bitch you know the label, we gon' break the bank

It's touchin' every dollar, he want receipts, but he ain't get no change

I wake up in another state, I'm feelin' like the man you ain't

I pour a pop, it's Easter pink, that pussy pink, let me see

You cuffin' hoes, that shit ain't pea

I send a hoe to Tennessee, I let him know this shit ain't cheap

He came with two and left with three

Pour a pop, it's Easter pink, that pussy pink, let me see

You cuffin' hoes, that shit ain't pea

I send a hoe to Tennessee, I let him know this shit ain't cheap

He came with two and left with three

It ain't about a profit or about a dollar, I don't run a link

Time after time, I tell these niggas they can't fuck with me

That switch on that block make that bitch sound like a bumblebee

Brr, that's that sound of that money counter

She from the other side, that bitch bad, but I can't be around her

We gon' pop out right outside his studio, where them boys record

I can't hit the club, hit your stage, if you ain't pay the boy

Feelin' like the man when I walk in, cause it's like 30 of us

High as hell, Allen with me tweakin', and I got Ari with me

Break the budget, tell her keep countin', and we gon' fuckin' spend it

Big spender, youngest in charge, feel like the biggest nigga

I'm a dog, said that she love me and I love all my bitches

Back and forth, I don't wanna argue, I have my pot to kill you

I pour a pop, it's extra pink, that pussy pink, let me see

You cuff and hold, that shit ain't peach

I send a ho to Tennessee, I let him know this shit ain't cheap

He came with two and left with three

It ain't about a profit or about a dollar, I don't run a link