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I came a long way from trappin' out the trunk... I came a long way now we bout to have some fun Verse 1: YBE All black ski mask I ain't rockin' designer I'm counting money f**k these hoes I need a b*t*h like britannia I be in and outta traffic burnin' up my weed b*t*h you'll never catch me lackin' I stay on my feet No counterfeit I handle biz in a real way I'm tryna make it to the top like i'm Bill Gates These steel gates tryna keep me from these blue faces I'm always humble never acting like i'm too famous Now tell me why they're out here judging me But back when I was broke they didn't f**k with me Now they see us out here rollin' luxury Building up this company now everybody bumpin' me Hook: All I wanna do is get payed Make it rain on a b*t*h She got me feelin' like i'm Bill Gates Why somebody always gotta hate? Actin' fake you a snake b*t*h you do it for the clickbait These girls tryna get my last name Ain't no way you can play a real player At his own game I be smoking real loud You a clown with no clout You ain't never did no big thangs Verse 2: $tupid young Look, you ain't never did no big thangs Lookin in the rear-view as I switch lanes Heard a n***a snitch tryna give names Seen his name in black and white, man that sh*t lame Heard a n***a want a verse, I'm tryna get payed Yeah a n***a been hustlin' since the 6th grade Dropped out never made it to the 12th grade But I still get payed cause i'm self made n***a see me reach the top and he still hatin' Young n***a tryna ball like i'm Bill gates Man that n***a say he real, but he real fake Man that n***a say he real, but he real fake n***a got em on the grass, cause they real snakes I ain't talking bout class I f**k with straight A's A's up n***a lemme get it straight Only on your birthday n***a when you touchin' cake Hook: All I wanna do is get payed Make it rain on a b*t*h She got me feelin' like i'm Bill Gates Why somebody always gotta hate? Actin' fake you a snake b*t*h you do it for the clickbait These girls tryna get my last name Ain't no way you can play a real player At his own game I be smoking real loud You a clown with no clout You ain't never did no big thangs Verse 3: YBE I told em' I can spit raps Any way you want it on a stage or at a kickback Your girls a thot I wouldn't hit that Pass her to the homies guarantee they all gon' get that They tryna question bout the sh*t that i'm on I'm high as f**k and counting bread like a don Middle fingers to them punk's that always hate on my songs They're mad as f**k, I'm comin' up and imma bring all my dogs I've been creepin through the fog with my night vision on I'm tryna, win homie so I fight for the cause I know I, sin lord but I am right for the job The industry fake, its bait actin' right when they wrong I'll never loose my motivation Cause I'm in too deep My life is blue-printed on these hard ass beats I'll tell it like it is I ain't in the street Independent tryna get it I be in these streets Hook X2 All I wanna do is get payed Make it rain on a b*t*h She got me feelin' like i'm Bill Gates Why somebody always gotta hate? Actin' fake you a snake b*t*h you do it for the clickbait These girls tryna get my last name Ain't no way you can play a real player At his own game I be smoking real loud You a clown with no clout You ain't never did no big thangs
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