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(Sean John made this beat?)
(F-f-f**k the other sh*t, we got Milo on the beat)

Big dope got me smacked, I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
Homie got the stick, wanna trip, he gon' blow that (He gon' blow that)
I'ma get that bag out your b*t*h and her hoe ass (How b*t*h)
You ain't really livin' what you rap and you know that (Ayy)
I just made eight bands off a re-rock it (Off a re-rock it)
Poppin' thirty back to back, got me sleep walkin'
I be rude to the b*t*h, you be sweet talkin'
Hit it from the back, got your main b*t*h beatboxin' (Ayy)
I'ma spend that bag just to get it back (Just to get it back)
I just ran off on the plug, he can't get it back
Tryna run it up so I'ma flip that (Ayy)
Quit that (Ayy), you ain't speakin' money (Ayy), f**k the chitchat

If you ain't gettin' any money, that's a problem
Ballin', I got .40 on me, where the problems? (Problems)
I just f**ked her off a perky now she callin'
Fallin' for b*t*hes, that's never been my problem (Never)
I'm a joint, you can ask about me (Ayy)
I really made it outta nothin' so they had to doubt me (Ayy)
But I'm f**kin' on his b*t*h, now he mad about me (b*t*h)
Any problem, [?] won't get a pass about me
I get money everyday, you on broke sh*t
Hoe sh*t, spendin' money on her? She a hoe b*t*h (She a hoe)
On tour we had some questions, I don't know sh*t
I made a half a million, lil' n***a, 'cause I'm focused

Big hunnids, big fifties, big dubs (Huh)
f**k around and blow a thou' just because
n***as talkin' 'bout some money, get none
You too worried 'bout a b*t*h, not really focused on your funds
Talkin' greazy on the gang, is you dumb?
Mob layin' on my n***as, I bust just for fun
.45's or AR's, pick one
If I can live by the word, he guarantee to kick one
b*t*h, I let my chains hang, never ice tuckin'
n***as muggin' 'cause they main b*t*hes aren't f**kin' (Ayy)
And I'ma f**k her off a bean but before I give her back, I let her yuck up the team

Ayy, ayy
I'll flip yo' b*t*h 'fore you get her back ('Fore you get her back)
Every time I leave the crib, b*t*h, I get a bag (I get a bag)
If I ran up on you, you can't get sh*t back (Can't get sh*t back)
I'on internet beef, b*t*h, I tote them straps
[?], I'll make your b*t*h booty clap (Make it clap, huh)
Put this thing in your purse, I know you new to that
Want smoke? I ain't hidin', n***as know where I'm at (Know where I'm at)
Shoutout to my .45, it always have my back
Talkin' crazy, talkin' dumb, I'll get him whacked
No trace on me, b*t*h, no strings attached (No, no)
Tryna hop in my whip 'cause it's oh so fast
Hell nah, you a bum, b*t*h, you got no cash

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