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This my mood, in this b*t*h talkin' sh*t again (Talkin' sh*t again)
BucksClan finna get this b*t*h lit again (Get this b*t*h lit)
All my n***as buy they own sh*t, we ain't pitchin' in (We ain't pitchin' in)
Front desk callin' like, "It's hoes here," send 'em in (Romo, send 'em in)
Hundreds bustin' all out my joggers, I can't fit 'em in (Fit 'em in)
Big hammers in the club, damn, how you get it in? (How you get it in?)
I ain't nothin' like your last dude, you ain't used to this (Yeah)
I ain't in the mood for fast food, I want Ruth Chris

I'm in that mood, I can tire you out, yeah
That's my baby, my lil', ooh
If you go against the code, better not find nothin' out, yeah
If you ain't one hundred, I'm gon' lose
I got sh*t that we could do that's gon' vibe you out, yeah
This ain't what you used to, I'm a real one, I'm 'bout millions, I can't feel nothin'

If she top five, she get Popeyes
Finna take my ratchet b*t*h to Mastro's
Bougie b*t*h important for my backbone
How you look at me do your mind wrong
This ain't what you used to
But somehow, make it ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm feeling more vulnerable
Bust it, I'm gon' beat it 'til it's loose

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