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Ayy, uh

They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what n***as do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
Oh, f**k, I'm finna blow
Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off
Know these n***as tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw
Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw

They talk about your losses, but won't talk about your gains, no
Money changed my life, but my lifestyle won't ever change, no
When I'm by myself, I reminisce, that's when my pain go
I remember I was happy, now I just think, ''Where them days go?''
I can't stress about no b*t*h, they bring me drama, not no commas
Think I'm not stressin' 'cause I'm rich, got too much money, that's my problem
Me and fake n***as just don't click, and if I see him, I'ma rob him
And b*t*h, I'm fresh up out them bricks, so I got sticks up in my condo, yeah, yeah
He got a problem, we got choppers, 7.62's
I got money, now they tryna find out what I'm into
That fame will make some n***as change, I told 'em move around
Heard they tryna do me for some clout, that's why I step out with them goons around

They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what n***as do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
Oh, f**k, I'm finna blow
Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off
Know these n***as tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw
Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw

Tell a b*t*h I'm serious, causin' all these money problems
Better act like she ain't eatin' up, why you think she stuck in my condo?
Say she actin' like a fiend, finna blow up, my little Obama
I'ma just let out all this cream in her throat, I got that head in a Mercedes
She tryna go half on a baby
Yeah, I got a whole lotta demons
Stackin' these hundreds, it look like I'm readin'
Tell the b*t*h that I love her, but no, I ain't mean it
Too raw for a b*t*h, I admit it
Talkin' money, finna set up a meeting
Bodies droppin', know my little n***a did it
Two shots of that Henny, she sippin', yeah
Oh damn, they hatin', though
b*t*h, before the bag, I upped my swag, know I'm takin' off
And she suckin' d**k, even though she bad, she take it all
b*t*h, I swipe my card, don't check no tag, I'm skatin' off
Pull out a blick and embarrass 'em

They just came to go, ain't gon' play no more, ain't the same no more
Change some more, that's what n***as do, so I can't hang no more
Always had a vision, know my dreams gon' be reality
Oh, f**k, I'm finna blow
Three, two, one, I'm finna blast, I'm takin' off
Know these n***as tryna jack my swag, I made the sauce
Distance, I try stay up in my bag, I hate 'em all
I got cash and they tried to come back, can't save 'em, naw
Hell no, I can't save 'em, naw

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