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Yeah okay (Yeah okay)

Yeah okay (Oh yeah okay)

Yeah okay (Oh yeah okay)

Yeah okay

We got money nigga what's the issue

Too sick need a tissue

Like lil hoe i don't miss you

Huh

I got bad lil bitch

Yeah lil mama too thick

New coupe I might crash out the whip

Steady sipping that faygo

I'm in the places you can't go

Shooting shit calling me jango

Take off we in a durango

We each lil step I take

I get bigger while niggas get fake

Count paper while she throw that cake

Finna dive in that pussy that lake

The fuck did i say?

I been knew i was going get it straight out of high school

Lil bitch I don't like you I'm too rude

Like a preppy bitch swear I got 2 moods

This lil bitch think she fine but she need makeup

She sound nasty right off the wake up

Tell that lil bitch to go get some paper

I got a stick

That shit never jam

Ball like ginobili

I been going ham

They going deaf

They know who I am

Like who you going blame

Sam know who I am

Like sam they know who I am

She wanna hang with the team but she can't

I'm foreign lil whip like I scam

I'm dragging my nuts on these hoes

I already said it before

Get paper I get to the dough

Got an ego I stay with my folk