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Woah yeah woah yeah woah yeah woah yeah woah yeah

Woah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Y'all niggas don't want the smoke yall niggas just talk shit

Every time I get the bag I turn it to a profit

When I pull up on yo block you know it's gone get tragic

Sometimes I think that I'm a Asian cus I keep a chopstick

Chopsticks

Chopstick

I always keep a chopstick

Imma send a nigga to the doctor for dianostics

Money make the world go round money make the clock tick

I don't think you want the smoke cus you know that I'm toxic

I stay on my grind gotta get to the bag

Watch my money go up tryna count up some racks

Stack my money so high stack my shit to the max

Cus money is life and you know that's a fact

If you try to come near then learn how to act

Cus I do not play when it come to them racks

These niggas ain't loyal

These bitches be traps

Yeah most of these niggas gone try to backstab you

Most of these bitches gone try to betray you

A lot of these niggas gone try to delay you

And then his the people that's gonna just hate you

Then all you have left of the people that love you

And that's if there anyone left to love you

And if there ain't nobody left to love you

Don't worry my slat cus there is no issue

Cus the only one left to love you is you

I think my Draco a mathematician cus it solves my problems

I don't think you wanna end up like my other problems

When you try to face me there will only be one outcome

Imma make it feel hell even up in heaven

I was always on my grind back when ill was seven

Always tried to be in first place but i stayed in second

Always keep my pain to me even through depression