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(808 my crew) Ayy Keep the E in it Chevys on switches We smoking weed in it Don't post me in your— Ayo It'll be over your dead body if it's over money You say we brothers, but you stealing from me She say she love me, but she plottin' on me Everybody up to somethin' Trust a motherf**ker, but I'm a motherf**ker And I'm a known stunner Oh-so humble Rolls-Royce is my daily runner Low-ridin' on Sunday Check the weather globally, we book flights for where it's sunny She poutin' 'cause she don't think she invited B*t*h, you coming Keep it a hundred Stack 'em high while I'm thumbing Through these thousands, gettin' high Don't lose count, don't lose track of time Don't lose yourself in this dirty game, bro, don't lose your f**kin' mind It'll be over your dead body if it's over money You say we brothers, but you stealing from me She say she love me, but she plottin' on me Everybody up to somethin' Trust a motherf**ker, but I'm a motherf**ker In a Louis Vuitton velour bucket Treat the Porsche like a two-door Cutla** Talkin' all hundreds Childish, flexin' with the plug money My heart f**ked up and I can't trust nothing N***as give out snake vibes Fake hugs, fake fives I learned sh*t the hard way, but soon as I realized I cut n***as' waters off, I let b*t*hes hang dry Hustling, got it out the mud, fly enough to hang-glide Streets, I seen it all, taught me everything I need to know When you young with so much money, thinkin' all your teachers slow Everybody full of sh*t, compete when they be running game My loyalty is priceless, don't die tryna get a name It'll be over your dead body if it's over money You say we brothers, but you stealing from me She say she love me, but she plottin' on me Everybody up to somethin' Trust a motherf**ker, but I'm a motherf**ker And I'm a known stunner Oh-so humble Rolls-Royce is my daily runner Low-ridin' on Sunday Check the weather globally, we book flights for where it's sunny She poutin' 'cause she don't think she invited (Ayy, yeah, ayy) B*t*h, you coming Energy tell it all These n***as hate that we ball New Benz coupe for the fall Fluorescent lights for the fog Remember I used to dream it with pictures taped on my wall Ran circles around the doubters, they hopin' a n***a fall When it come to gettin' this paper, lil' baby, I'm in The Matrix Red or the blue pill, lil' baby, which one you taking? I'm from the D, but you might catch me down in Houston ridin' scrapers Boy, this white gold, not no stainless Wavy Navy, Jet Life Entertainment
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