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Aye, look. Peep game though. Real n***a don’t gotta show too much, n***a. I might come through in a low, in a ‘rrari, n***a. Sippin’ Fiji water, n***a. You know I’m sayin’? Livin’ life though Word around town, I got them bands right Word around town, I bought that Benz right Word around town, I got my sh*t right Word around town, I got that big ice I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I was sittin’ in the trap, thinkin’ of a plan If I can get this hoe crackin’, I can buy a Benz But back then, it was hard for me to touch a band ‘cause on the low, that lil’ hoe wanted a boyfriend Took a trip to the A, yeah, I took a chance Got there, went broke, I was like, “Damn” Had to sleep at the airport, I’m like, “Damn” Sun’ told me not to f**k with that ticket, man I gave it a few months and the b*t*h blew For a n***a with a whip and some nice shoes And that’s when I found out that she wasn’t cool But I let the b*t*h beg, I’m a damn fool That’s one of the bad things that money can do And all money ain’t good, learned that from you And now you wanna come back, b*t*h, you ain’t cool I got sh*t to do b*t*h, keep it movin’ Word around town, I got them bands right Word around town, I bought that Benz right Word around town, I got my sh*t right Word around town, I got that big ice I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I might go to Puerto Rice to chill out Next week, I’m thinkin’ London, this sh*t real now I’ma tryna make a couple million for my kid now When I heard Corky[?] died, I was like, “Wow” Hot-boxed in the whip, yeah, I’m in the clouds Run up on this 650, and it’s goin’ down Holla at my OG, he fronted a pound Then, I shipped it out of town, watch that money pile I be ridin’ by myself, ‘cause these n***as dirty I got a hunid enemies and a hunid Dro I got a hunid backwoods and a hunid blunts And a hunid bad b*t*hes tryna get it from me I said, “Excuse me, b*t*h. Why you playin’ with me? I don’t wanna talk, if you ain’t talkin’ bands with me You should fly to Miami and get a tan with me And maybe you could eat lunch on the sand with me Before we take this any further, ma, explain to me Are you on some groupie sh*t? You actin’ strange to me Do you like smokin’ weed? I love those trees We can chill by the ocean Okay now, look- look- look ma, what’s hannin’? I don’t wanna be your boyfriend, that’s tragic I might wanna come over, chill, eat a sandwich Please, no cameras, no Instagram action You do it for the lights, you know I do it for the cabbage” Word around town, I got them bands right Word around town, I bought that Benz right Word around town, I got my sh*t right Word around town, I got that big ice I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now I got my sh*t together, so you choosin’ now
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