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(Space) Okay, okay Yeah, we still Rich Forever Yeah (The ADHD) I been wakin' up to racks, b*t*h (B*t*h) Quarter milli', need a rack lift My lil' n***a let the MAC rip (Chop, chop, chop) Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip) Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped Most of these n***as ain't real, can't trip Pardon me, bought a Prada fit Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay Walk through in Egypt with three hundred (Three hundred) Pull out her bed then I sleep on it (I sleep on it) Pull out my d**k and she eat on it (Eat on it) She a lil' freak and she suckin', no teeth on it I was dead broke, had to sleep on the couch Pull out the Lamb' with the keys to the house On the way to your b*t*h, had to reroute (Reroute) And the money keep comin' like f**k a drought (F**k it) Baguettes, baguettes B*t*h see my neck and my wrist and she ready Pop up on her late night like Freddy I'ma cut the b*t*h off, machete My lil' n***a let the MAC rip Seen a opp, had the whole clip Think he flexin', but this old drip I'm tryna buy a brick with poker chips Blow a bag at Saks, can't go to Barneys (Yeah) I got too many racks on me (Woo) I done said that my coupe is retarded (Retarded) Like damn, I can't even start it, valet can't park it (Damn) Gettin' more bags than a market (Bags) Put it on his head, a target N***a wan' run with the opps that he thought was the opps We gon' mop him and chalk him I been wakin' up to racks, b*t*h (Racks, b*t*h) Quarter milli', need a rack lift My lil' n***a let the MAC rip Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip) Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped Most of these n***as ain't real, can't trip Pardon me, bought a Prada fit Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay Uh, spent the lil' bag on these Maison Margielas, walk in the bank, I'm withdrawin' whatever "Need like a M," what I told to the teller, 'member was trappin' no matter the weather Talkin' my sh*t 'cause I been doin' better, Glock with a stick, we ain't grippin' Berettas Them murderers lit, we Too Turnt forever, surgical sh*t, we'll get you together (Uh) I make a call, them killers en route, we been lampin', it ain't hard to figure you out Tracy campin' outside of that lil' n***a house, doin' damage, them hollows keep hittin' his scalp 1300 the gang, and I put us on the map, come and see what my n***as about We don't f**k with no lames, b*t*hes don't come to the telly to f**k, then we kickin' 'em out But 'cause Polo my name, she do whatever I want, I just put my whole d**k in her mouth Let that .40 go bang, we put his a** in the grave and they wish they can go dig him out My lil' n***a let the Drac' spit, say less, we don't ever say sh*t Shoot it out, check out my J, b*t*h, ballin' on 'em, James Naismith (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball) I been wakin' up to racks, b*t*h (Racks, b*t*h) Quarter milli', need a rack lift My lil' n***a let the MAC rip Left a baby on her bottom lip (Lip) Most of these hoes get hit and get flipped Most of these n***as ain't real, can't trip Pardon me, bought a Prada fit Gettin' money, like a lot of it, okay Okay, okay, okay
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