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Eight hundred and eight mafia

I'm getting real paper I ain't count it up

One hundred and eighty-seven sco merta

I'm getting real paper I ain't count it up

You ain't using machine you aint counting enough

My blick tuck aint no pushing up

I rock big balencis they came with scuff

Amiri hoody with the light tint buffs

Shoot out at thirteen I came up ruff

It's cutthroat season can't show no love

Got watch how niggas move it could be a set up

I'm really getting paper I aint count it up

You aint ran out of space you aint counted enough

Vvs diamonds these not amateurs

My diamonds hitting flash like cameras

I put my girl Balenciaga sandles

Im in Sacks and I shop with the hammer

Lv and Amiri I dress like a scammer

I'm a young rich nigga I get money around the calendar

I'm a young rich nigga I get money around the calendar

Just dropped off a dime at Jjs on Candler

Lifestyle a movie they need to get it on camera

Got a shoulder bag full of racks I cram it

Had to block a groupie on instagram she spamming

Spend racks on fashion I don't do no consignment

Yea them boys got jewelry but we got different diamonds

Ima shoot to LA just to switch up the climate

Try to lay low but I can't stop shining

Try to put my niggas on try to give em good guidance

I don't condone in no stealing but I do condone in violence

Ima fuck a nigga over if he thank about trying it

I'm the real one they disguises I spoil my hoe she act childish

One hundredk just for exotic 8500 for a body yeaa

I'm getting real paper I aint count it up

You ain't using machine you aint counting enough

My blick tuck aint no pushing up

I rock big balencis they came with scuff

Amiri hoody with the light tint buffs

Shoot out at thirteen I came up ruff

It's cutthroat season can't show no love

Got watch how niggas move it could be a set up

I'm really getting paper I aint count it up

You aint ran out of space you aint counted enough

Vvs diamonds these not amateurs

My diamonds hitting flash like cameras

I put my girl Balenciaga sandles

I'm in Sacks and I shop with the hammer

Lv and Amiri I dress like a scammer

I'm a young rich nigga I get money around the calendar

Shootout at thirteen I came up ruff

I took the risk didn't have nothing to do with luck

They fuck with gang they know we going up

Niggas big lame they know they ain't us

Niggas switching lanes rest in peace Mack Truck

Labels making offers but it aint enough

My outfit together two k an up

Vvs diamond chains and rangs add it up

Yea she fine with frame but I don't lay up

If the late night play right ill stay up

I got glocks and rugers and I'm k'd up

Eight thousand five hundredmy nigga a spray something

Nigga feel some type of way but want say nothing

I'm in Louie V with the stick in a sprayground

Nigga whole car a flip it get hit with the K round

How a nigga came up all I had to do was stay down

Im getting real paper I aint count it up

You ain't using machine you aint counting enough

My blick tuck aint no pushing up

I rock big balencis they came with scuff

Amiri hoody with the light tint buffs

Shoot out at thirteen I came up ruff

It's cutthroat season can't show no love

Got watch how niggas move it could be a set up

I'm really getting paper I aint count it up

You aint ran out of space you aint counted enough

Vvs diamonds these not amateurs

My diamonds hitting flash like cameras