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This motherfucker hard, KJ"Why you beat it like that, bae?"

She like"Nvti why you"

She like"Nvti why you beat it up like that, bae is you mad at me?"

Tell her"shhh" quit running from this dick this ain't no track meet

Been balling on these niggas, check the score, look at the stat sheet

I got a badder bitch, tats and all

Bro 'nem whipping faster cars

Let me get my foot off in this door it's gon' get bad for y'all

I don't give no fuck bout who you know I can't get black balled

'Fore I let you play me like a hoe I'll getcha packed dawg

Make this money stack tall

This shit been piling up

I deserve it I been grinding for too long ain't work this hard for nun

She used to tell her friends bout all her wins

Now they don't talk to her

Said she gon' quit telling all her business and go start her one

I'm Proud of her

I tell all the bros the same thing

Go get a bag or some

It's bread out here for everybody gang

You want it bad enough

You'll get up off yo ass and make the switch

You say you tired of being broke, just put some time in and get fixed

Okay

Want diamonds on ya' wrist

Okay

A body for ya' bitch

Okay

You want it all, what you put in reflect the life you get

So punch a clock if got to or God might bless you with a lick my nigga

Whatever it take, just make a way get on ya shit

Seen a nigga blow a check on his new bitch but he don't feed his kids

Baby mama stressed she ain't forget bout nun this nigga did

Took his ass to court now child support get everything he make

New bitch left 'cuz now he can't afford to pay for dinner dates

Nigga I see plenty hate

Shit don't stop a thing

I'm too hungry not to get a plate, I'll take yours if I can't

Peeped it out when I was younger this life shit a dirty game

Most of us don't get to choose bitch you can play it or get played

Seen a nigga throw his life away so he could say he bang

Now he stuck prison locked away, his folks don't say his name

Probably wish he could go back and do it different, make a change

Spend more time with all his kids and wear a different type of chain

Fuck you mean, on my shit until the sun don't come up

What I do now tell how my baby girl or son will grow up

And I be damn if go missing like my daddy

Show back up when I get married

I ain't hurt, you just ain't ever say what happened

Shawty said that she want me to put a baby in her

She gon' cry about it, but I can't 'cuz I ain't rich enough

I need millions in the bank, a hunnid' thousand locked away

But I still get in her guts, I pull out, leave on her face

Make her say

Yeah

She like"Nvti why you beat it up like that, bae is you mad at me?"

Tell her"shhh" quit running from this dick this ain't no track meet

Been balling on these niggas, check the score, look at the stat sheet

I got a badder bitch, tats and all

Bro 'nem whipping faster cars

Let me get my foot off in this door it's gon' get bad for y'all

I don't give no fuck bout who you know I can't get black balled

'Fore I let you play me like a hoe I'll getcha' packed dawg