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Ayo, pem!

Frrr'

Frrr'

Frrr'

Frrr'

I was in the trap, with a bad bitch

Roaches on my grip, had burn my clothes n' shit

I had no hoes on my phone, nigga I was getting rich

I'm about my paper, about my dough, yeah

I love money quick, yeah

yeah, yeah

Shawty always trip, yeah

I'm off big blunts, nigga fuck your little spliff

I got no title for this shit, I been tied up in my ditch

Got no rivals in this shit

Just my rifle and my twin, yeah

Got my niggas down spin, if its money then we in

Slvmlyfe tatted on me, cut my wrist up for a bitch

And I know I'm a flawed nigga though I get dough, yeah

How the fuck you let that nigga take you home?

And if I kill him know I'm finna make it home, yeah

I ain't wiping no nose, know im still a slvmboy

And I'm making big noise this a hollow no toy

And we balling like Floyd, finna do you like Floyd

Know we driving in the Fords, know im tired of foreign

Every day im finna floor it

Mary Jane it got me soaring

I'm off za pack brother sipping cognac (brother sipping cognac)

Stabbed my back and I watched you laugh, yeah

I pray to god I been sinning so bad, yeah

Know I loved your flaws till you did me so bad, yeah

And we fucking so raw got me spinning right back

I loved your calls in the ward I was lost man

Oo, in the ward I was lost

In the ward I was lost

Frrr

Frrr

Frrr

Frrr

I was in the trap, with a bad bitch

Roaches on my grip had burn my clothes n' shit

I had no hoes on my phone, nigga I was getting rich

I'm about my paper, about my dough, yeah

I love money quick, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I love money quick (I love money quick)

I love money quick (I love money quick)

I'm about my paper, I'm about my dough

I love money quick

I'm about my paper, I'm about my dough

I love money quick

I love money quick