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Ben? How much longer are you gonna be in there?
Oh, oh, woah
Woah

The money gon' call I'mma answer
The chopper to you to a dancer
Goofy n***a stay talking that f**k sh*t
He don't want the smoke, want the cancer
Them n***as changed up who I trusted
Two faced, two color like panda
Get rich that's the end of discussion
I'm grinding till I get them bands up
She gimme good brain, she got all As
The money be calling me all day
I don't give a f**k what a thot say
My engine it sound like a Harley
Got these n***as salty
They hating, they girl try to call me
They playing my song in the party
They faking, they could could stop me
My n***as, they riding like RV
My brothers, be sliding like army
They hating know they try to copy
They see how they shorties be stalking
They really be talking they sh*t
See how we pull up we sparking and sh*t
The money, I walk with a limp
And you know that I'm going up like a blimp
Swear I won't stop 'til my mom in a a mansion and all of my fans going crazy
When I reach the top and skrrt in a phantom, I promise the money won't change me
It's funny how you n***as switched up, y'all broke and y'all still try to blame me
I'm in LA in Mercedes
I turn up, the stu' going crazy (Aye, aye)

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