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A-A-A-A-Ayy, that probably Tago Ooh,? BearMakeHits I? said, "Baby, what you wanna do?" Head down, sit back No, and none of these n***as getting next to me They? can't stop me, no I'm? cookin' up, I got the recipe I walk in the spot and they stare at me They? jealous and they just gon' envy me All that hatin' sh*t, that ain't gon' phase me I said, "Baby, what you wanna do?" Head down, sit back No,? and none of these n***as getting next to me They can't stop me, no I'm cookin' up, I got the recipe I walk in the spot and they stare at me They jealous and they just gon' envy me All that hatin' sh*t, that ain't gon' phase me Mall play, mall play, psych, nah, Saks Fifth like all day Balmain, Balmain, Rafs coming, I just gotta stack my cake Ballin', Ballin', that's the only reason shawty keep callin' N***as stallin', if you ain't talkin' money, please stop callin' Flock at me, I'm gon' flock at you This ain't a movie, this sh*t is true I got all of this money, now what to do? Remember playing ball just right after school I stayed away from the gang, gang It's still the same me in a new fit Other then that, not a thing changed I'm dressed in designer, they coolest, yeah Shawty, she all in my face, now she callin', now she wanna FaceTime In the stu', I ain't trynna waste no time Airplane mode, all calls declined Where were you before the fake came? I need a Rollie, no plain jane I'm stackin' it up, gotta maintain You said you my brother but thing's change Tay sh*t fake, your music is trash I'm stackin', they hatin, I'm gettin' all cash I'm rockin' Supreme, I'm straight out of Queens I'm sippin' on Henny, I'm deep in my dreams That girl is a skeeze, you might as well leave Now that I'm on, all these b*t*hes fiend Pursuing my dream, I turn in some money You can't even see me, that sh*t is so funny I said, "Baby, what you wanna do?" Head down, sit back No, and none of these n***as getting next to me They can't stop me, no I'm cookin' up, I got the recipe I walk in the spot and they stare at me They jealous and they just gon' envy me All that hatin' sh*t, that ain't gon' phase me I said, "Baby, what you wanna do?" Head down, sit back No, and none of these n***as getting next to me They can't stop me, no I'm cookin' up, I got the recipe I walk in the spot and they stare at me They jealous and they just gon' envy me All that hatin' sh*t, that ain't gon' phase me I'm fixing my Vans, all of these doughnuts but I'm not a skater Boy, your b*t*h is so treesh, yeah I don't know why you still chase her Yellow boned, bad b*t*h She callin' my phone, yeah, I'll see you later Pasto, the general, n***as is lyrical You a bum, so I'm not feelin' you Rockin' Fords, yeah, they hurtin' my feet And that shawty a treesh, I bust on her sheets MBM, yeah, my n***as complete We chasin' that check and we stackin' that breesh Double cups, feel like rippin' my jeans Shawty wildin' off the liquor Now she forgot she got a n***a You run up, we pullin' them triggers N***as be hatin', I really don't care I'm tryna hit it in less than a year Shawty annoying, she all in my ear Hit from the back while I'm pullin' your hair, yeah Moving like Uzi, that's why all my friends are dead, man Your b*t*h she be feenin', she droolin' Let her f**k her, that's my last chance Throw that sh*t back, Fendi attack My pockets is fat, with a blick in my lap Get to the breesh, you come from the treesh Boy, you movin' like a dead man These n***as is scammin', they really some bums Boy, you run from the feds man Pasto, Pasto, yeah N***as they really some bums, n***as be runnin' from the feds, man
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