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Yeah Yeah (Ha, ha, ha) Yeah I ain't got no friends I'm posted with the gang, you a lame, you can't get in I love my n***as, they my gang Hell nah, they ain't got no friends He just pop pills and sip drank He'll never be like Ken I took a hundred out the bank and I put it on your mans He ain't got nothin' in the bank, he broke as f**k, look at his pants Got like four mil' for my advance I ride around town with a b*t*h from France I do what I want, you do what you can I do what you don't, 'cause I got them bands If you ain't talkin' money I can't hear what you sayin' Do what I do, don't care what you sayin' My life is a movie, livin' on demand I been that n***a, but now I'm the man Saw n***as switched up, took a different stance I seen the racks and took a second glance How you move funny and f**k up a chance? I know she gon' do it for you, but I bet the bands finna make her dance Showin' no effort, I already know it Feel like I'm Sosa, already glowin' Chill with the ones, b*t*h, we so chosen East to the West, I be still coastin' I might just hit this b*t*h, then I be ghostin' They doin' the most, I ain't tryna be noticed Don't f**k with these n***as, "bro" that, "bro" this You don't even got that, bought that, sold this Yeah I just hopped off my motherf**kin' flight, yeah I'm scrollin' on my f**kin' phone, yeah I'm thinkin' what ho I'ma try, yeah I just pulled up to my telly, b*t*h, and now I'm finna get high, yeah I just hit that lil' bad-a** b*t*h, but I can't make her mine, yeah You n***as pull up and try this sh*t, I swear to God they die, yeah Racks in, but I spent all that sh*t, on me Number (N)ine, yeah YSL my jeans, lil' b*t*h, yes, I get stupid fly, yeah When I touchdown on the East, b*t*h, yeah, we play with them Five's, yeah B*t*h, I'm with my guys, woah, b*t*h, I'm way too fried, yeah B*t*h, I'm way too high, can't eat, lil' b*t*h, I order fries, yeah These n***as, they fake as f**k, yeah, they just in disguise, yeah And these n***as don't make enough to go to war with I These n***as don't make enough Boy, I know your life real tough I'm chasin' that bag, I'm countin' it up I ain't gotta brag you know what's up Boy, look at the tag my b*t*h ran up I just dropped a bag on me and her These n***as be starvin', I'm eatin' up These n***as be sober, I'm geekin' up You dream about that b*t*h, I'm freakin' her This a Rolls Royce, ain't no Jeep in here I spot an opp, now I'm creepin' up Say hello to my Glock, let's meet, good luck You know how I rock, b*t*h, I don't give no f**k He mad at my c*ck, 'cause it been in her He ain't sendin' no drop, 'cause he scared as f**k If that boy send the drop, then we tearin' it up Here, you know that we sprayin' it up Pa** me the ball, b*t*h, I'm layin' it up I swear this sh*t be easy as f**k Hit your ho from the back, she was greasy as f**k You be claimin' that b*t*h, she be eatin' d**k up You broke and we rich, you can't mingle with us You say that she yours, but she single with us I was f**kin' that b*t*h, we was on the tour bus
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