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So Fly
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Meek Mill
Featuring(s) : Jahlil Beats
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J-Jungle Beats… holla at me Grand Hustle Nigga… money You know me, I'm so fly Be lookin like money every time I ride by Got them Benjis in my pocket and money on my mind If it ain't about no paper, then it ain't about I Cause I get-get-get it, money I get When I step up in the club, I be feelin like Mitch When I be in the hood, I be ridin with your bitch You know she prolly on my dick 'cause I'm prolly the shit Listen, I'ma ball til I fall, spit it like I print it Got shawty on the low 'cause I get-get-get it Don’t worry 'bout it, I probably just hit it I ain't stubborn with them hoes, you can have her back, nigga I’m a boss, shit, everything I does, I do I don't even wanna buy it if I can't cop two If it ain't about no paper, then it ain't about who? Ain’t about I, 'cause I be on my grind I’m a Trap-A-Holic, my niggas be ballin You niggas be fraudin', I spit like I'm retarded You niggas know the deal, I be ridin' Martian Pull up in a spaceship, shit on you like a toilet Them bitches be like "aw damn," haters gotta smell my shit Red horse on my shirt, red stripes on my kicks Put that Porsche shit to work, Boxster pop a slip Slide through your hood like, "Hater, what's good?" You know me, I'm so fly Be lookin like money every time I ride by Got them Benjis in my pocket and money on my mind If it ain't about no paper, then it ain't about I Cause I get-get-get it, money I get When I step up in the club, I be feelin like Mitch When I be in the hood, I be ridin with your bitch You know she prolly on my dick 'cause I'm prolly the shit I say I got my first bit of money thought I knew it all Went to MIA, South Beach, blew it all Came back to the hood trappin super hard Super down, look at me now, Superstar In dat black on black Charger rims soy sauce Bunch of diamonds in my chain, the wrist Bitches gimmie head and tail like a quater toss Cause I just signed to grand hustle I’m for sure to ball I say we be the freshest, jewelry be VVS-ing Caddy be DTS-ing, like Khaled, shit, we the best And I tell them hoes I don’t wanna talk, just leave a message Automatic stash boxes so they can’t see the weapons But I be GT reppin Grand Hustle, the muscle No we don’t love these whores, I just love when I fuck 'em No I don’t tuck em, nor do I love em or cuff em I just hit em and split em, pass em off to my cousin You know me, I'm so fly Be lookin like money every time I ride by Got them Benjis in my pocket and money on my mind If it ain't about no paper, then it ain't about I Cause I get-get-get it, money I get When I step up in the club, I be feelin like Mitch When I be in the hood, I be ridin with your bitch You know she prolly on my dick 'cause I'm prolly the shit
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