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New sh*t, I got problems I ain't had no money, couldn't get it, wasn't popping Pull up in that Lexus, I was smoking, drop the top in it I just got a pound of Californian, yeah, I copped it You know I'm dishonest I've been getting paper, take a trip to the Bahamas And she looking bad, give me neck and that's beyond it Smoke too much reefer, I forget about the profit When I started, they ain't f**k with me Now they listen to me faithfully Get that bag, I pay for me Get that bag and not pay for me I don't need nobody else Flexing and finessin', I been winning by myself Ayy, get out of my messages, always asking for help Trippy and Coco is the team coming for the wealth Ayy, I feel like I'm dreaming Through yo' top shelf, ayy People always hitting in my DMs looking for something Bottle steady rolling We smoking 'cause I don't want sh*t All I need is me and my people We going dumb, b*t*h I'ma rolla coasta I'm on a coast, sipping Vodka Gimme something costly Tryna be my La Costa Roast me If you got something to say, I hope ya Say goodbye to Trippy 'cause, pu**y, you imposter I'm just living my dream, ayy And I do this for my team, ayy I don't do this for the free, nah You can find me in the tress, ayy
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