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I got the plan f**k with my dawg bet he totin the big fie
B*t*h we the clan bet you won’t spread  when you see a few rich  guys
Stay rich forever , fly with no feathers , think you got drip , but my drip kinda wetter
Vvs so cold , think i might need a sweater
N***as be stressing tryna get it together
Mk the man , that boy got hittas they pull up in disguise
Got hella bands , look at the bricks that i hold in my pics now
Ain’t scared of pressure take desperate measures
Grind in that dirt tryna find me a treasure
Free all my n***as locked up in the cellar
Stay in the bank b*t*h i feel like a teller

Lemme pull up on yo block and get to spazzing bih
Lemme pull up on yo block and get to wacking sh*t
When i pull up on yo block my n***as grabbing sh*t
You gone look around yo block and ask what happened bih

I just copped a beamer and i left that b*t*h at home
I could even take my phone these hoes won’t leave me lone
Call yourself a plug , but how you outchea selling zone
Say it’s time to re up now you asking for some loans

Look at these mcqueen’s up on my feet i’m talking zoom zoom
Watch me hit 200 in the beamer , sound like vroom vroom
N***a get to cappin , ima sweep em with the broom broom
Now he in a tomb
Wrap his body like cocoon

You ain’t never hit me up  before
Now you in my phone asking for few bucks
Girl i might just make you do some chores
Make you mop the floor , make you get my shoes dust
Then ima finna kick you out the door
Call that b*t*h a hoe , don’t even give a few f**ks
Me and all my n***a on the board , hit a lick and scored , walks out with some blue bucks

I got the plan f**k with my dawg bet he totin the big fie
B*t*h we the klan bet you won’t spread when you see a few rich  guys
Stay rich forever , fly with no feather , think you got drip , but my drip kinda wetter
Vvs so cold , think i might need a sweater
N***as be stressing tryna get it together
Mk the man , that boy got hittas they pull up in disguise
Got hella bands , look at the bricks that i hold in my pics now
Ain’t scared of pressure take desperate measures
Grind in that dirt tryna find me a treasure
Free all my n***as locked up in the cellar
Stay in the bank b*t*h i feel like a teller

Bouta go spend 50 bands on a chain
Smoke so much gas start to fell like lil wayne
Loving the money , i’m done feeling pain
Broke n***a talk , ain’t got sh*t to his name
YEAH
Boy you ain’t got sh*t to yo name
Ain’t got no morals he can’t even change
When i was broke that sh*t drove me insane
Feel like a boss now i’m chasing them rings
Better be ready run up on my block
Boy watch yo back i got Z on the block
YEAH
Last n***a tried that got shot
He ain’t even know they had guns like the swat
AYE
B*t*h i’m like capone
Put his name up on a stone
Now his body lay alone
Know he wishing he stayed home

Think i might just run me up a check
Boy i’m outchea cruisin got straight hunnids on the deck
Vvs on my body now i’m dripping dripping wet
N***a getting talking , take his vocals out his neck
Yeah hmm
Now i’m getting money im on top
Came home told my momma no more shopping at the swap
Put her in a rafe ride through the city , drop the top
Took out 50 bands and told my momma let’s go shop

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