Imitate Lyrics

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Guess who's back

This bitch is under attack

Oh lord I'm making 'em mad

Oh lord she throwing it back she bad

Now I ain't so sad

When I count this cash

I keep it on hand

They have no chance

I make her dance like that

She wanna know what it's like

No need to fantasize

I did this on my own it's always me, myself, and I

They tryna analyze

They wanna crucify

She see that I'm up next and now she wanna multiply

No one else this fly

Money on my mind

They won't survive

When they walk this line

This life not nice but the world is mine

Oh lord she fine

Keep my neck on ice

Jet lagged on flights

I'm taking my time

If you broke you not my type

This that shit they try to imitate

Money ain't a thing and that's that shit I never heard 'em say

I seen a lot of people switch it ain't been the same

I'm standing right in the middle I look around and I see 'em change

I'm smoking on the Dua Lipa I'm 'bout to levitate

Pull to the party la di da di shots to the face

I start to manifest the paper when I meditate

Keep my finger on the trigger never hesitate

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Never knew how far I'd make it

Azkaban I did my waiting

I'mma take it I'm out of patients

When I buy don't check the payment

Keep these hoes in rotation

On her knees like she's need saving

Past women never hit me back

Now the same ones want me naked

They copy this contagious

Fuck off they irritating

I'mma keep my bank updated

On top there's no debating

I always stay upgraded

When I'm gone there's no replacement

No hoe I am ever chasing

I talk cash they need translation

Everything they talk about a motherfucker live it

If I'm not paid I'm not making an appearance

The way I'm living I gotta flex I eat my spinach

She about to hop on the pipe not talking Mario

Bad little mami she hail from out the barrio

Running up the numbers I make my money do cardio

I don't fuck with broke boys, adios

November on the speakers turn up the audio

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I'm picking up where I left off

They say I look better with my head off

Foot on the gas never let off

If you in my area you better tread soft

Tired of being the one that they always tread on

Now I got money and she want the heels with the red on 'em

If I don't trust the motherfucker than it's the end of 'em

Put my dick inside the game and I can tell I bred some of 'em

I never pictured this shit

All I wanted was a life that was bigger than this

Now I put food on the table every time that I spit

Used to pray for this shit now pray that they jealous of this

So much money in my jeans can't find a place where it fit

Used to dream of this so my kid could wake up to this

Like you forgot to turn off the water I swim in the drip

I'm a dog motherfucker never fuck with a bitch

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