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Watch when i shoot you know its a sweep

I'm getting money I ball like the heat

I got the Gucci its all on my feet

If she a 10 you know imma cheat

I got her friend then I repeat

I'm living good I'm getting cheese

I got it made they cant relate

Flying em in from outta state

Keeping a drake you know its gon' hit

And its no jakes can come in this shit

I'm bout my money I'm bout my chips

I got extendo it give u a clip

I got the sauce I got the drip

I got the bands they fall out my fit

I got the ice it looking like piss

I'm getting bored cop a new fit

Ain't talking shit you could get hit

I got the stick all on my hip

I got the sauce i got the drip

I got a Rollie all on my wrist

I got designer all on my bitch

I got a stick right on my hip

I'm getting bored cop a new fit

I got a Rollie all on my wrist

Hop in a Rari hop in a Wraith

I got a Drako it tuck by my waist

If he gon' try my it bust at his face

I got the money I'm gone a chase

Watch what I'm smoking it cannot be laced

Bro caught a problem he caught him a case

I need the blues I need to get payed

Fucking your broad today

Pull up to the mall today

I'm spending a bag today

Pull up we knocking shit down

Came from trenches

Came from the gutter

I'm spitting shit no I don't stutter

I got a girl if she spit imma cut her

And if she bad I don't wanna cuff her

I'm on the block glock in my hands

My girl she bad walk with a tan

Wok in my cup Wok in my hand

Money i got give it a spread

Smoking that gas calling it meds

Don't fuck with opps they be the feds