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(Rocaine, baby) From a source, I heard you take it I'ma show her how we ball, I got her court side with the gangsters From a source, they heard we make it In the trap, I'm catching balls like I'm a shortstop, I'm with **** We put up thirty-three like Danny Grainger Boy, I really play the hills, I put a trap by forest rangers I got a b*t*h that's out of town sellin' dope, boy, I'm the man They know I got that type of money that turn Coach into a Benz You sell eight-balls by the tenth Boy, the only time my fiends withdrawal, it's ATM I can outsell you alone When I take it out thе pot, watch how an ounce still hit the phone Pop a Pеrc' and then I wear her out, do it like it's fashion Why I call her wildlife, she got a pu**y like a badger We hit the mall and spend it all, we do not like to ha**le Creep while I got Drac' and I'm gon' do you like Degra**i Ayy, this real money, not that little sh*t you like flashin' Bust a bag down to rap about it, whippin' fashion B*t*h heard me talking money, she thought I was braggin' Just know I'm gettin' chicken with some extra cabbage Fifty on me all blues, look like I'm doing taxes New whip, dark tint when I'm out in traffic Hit the road, where I'm going, bro, you know I tax 'em Don't even talk about no pape', we in a different— Broke n***a sayin' they f**ked, did they tell you they was dreaming? Give the ho to your n***a, b*t*h, I bet he leave you Bad b*t*h, every time I drip it's new season All y'all hoes weak, b*t*h, you probably the weakest Lashes on fleek, face beat, neck blingin' Expensive-a** bundles, good inches, I'll swing it My n***a love this pu**y, always saying I'm a demon Get another cold b*t*h, we gon' tag-team him New bag with the shoes, b*t*h, you know I need it Hit the set with all blues, b*t*h, you know I'm eatin' Little b*t*h keep lookin' at me, think she wanna eat it Hatin'-a** broke hoes mad, they wanna be me You know about the gang, drop cla**ics and sh*t Bad b*t*hes on the 'Gram double-tapping my pics And all the rich n***as wanna cast me some sh*t If you a ham, get you robbed, call the gang on the lick Ayy, this real money, not that little sh*t you like flashin' Bust a bag down to rap about it, whippin' fashion B*t*h heard me talking money, she thought I was braggin' Just know I'm gettin' chicken with some extra cabbage Fifty on me all blues, look like I'm doing taxes New whip, dark tint when I'm out in traffic Hit the road, where I'm going, bro, you know I tax 'em Don't even talk about no pape', we in a different bracket
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