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Ayy, they got 30K, wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
N***as be fiendin' chasin' pu**y, I don't even want the b*t*h at my show
I'm in the Lamb' just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score

She really know whether she gon' push me, how I'm just bugging from a ho?
300k off two months off merch, I don't even wear it but love the fans
I'm givin' away shirts. I'm bored of the Percs', still don't care 'cause I love the Xans'
Playin' out cheap, he's makin' it worse, you don't gotta know if you love your mans
Drivin' a Urus on Florida sand, never thought I'd get bored of red
I miss Quagen, taste like Act', miss my brother, I hate the 'Raq
Tell the ho off when I'm taking her back, spent seven out always making it back
Told my lil' brother, "No fakin' from rap," cash out my money, she's making me mad
Told my lil' baby, "No fakin' from rap," die off Percs', my name in the rap
AMG, Neptune, lane was attached
Full 'matic coupe with the name on the back
Why I sleepin' and the lil' boy rich? Just fell asleep with lil boy's b*t*h
She in Chanel so I guess it's real, she don't tell, then the internet will
Fans get mad when they see that's drank, I get mad when the rest is spilled
I'm like, "F**k, I'm hard on the paint," this for the style wherever I rank
Finna get mill' and it ain't no [?], I'ma go home and buy us a tank
She gon' do whatever, she ain't my b*t*h
Just left Cali' I was lying to her face
Ayy, they got 30K, wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
N***as be fiendin' chasin' pu**y, I don't even want the b*t*h at my show
I'm in the Lamb' just like a rookie, but I'm the man when they need the score

Hmm, ayy
Ayy, they got 30K, wanna book me, we in New York, get twenty more
We in New York, get twenty more
That Neptune, space cadet, hahaha

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