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Too much f**kin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast, huh
Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, b*t*h i ran it up and now i'm set (yea, now i'm set)
Yea, i get check, after check (check) b*t*h i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, b*t*h, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces
I'm smokin' Cali best and i'm sippin' Texas, huh

Take a look around, tell me who the freshest
These waters make you drown, i just left from [?]
Tell em, sit down, they can't stand a chance with me
Tell em, sit down, they can't stand a chance with me

Yea, everywhere i go, i got them rounds with me
(everywhere i go, go)
Yea, fifteen years, always sixteen ounces with me
(fifteen years old, old)
Yea, Glock seventeen, eighteen coffins i need (on gawd)
Yea, ran it up nineteen, so twenty went by sublime
Yea, now i'm 21, b*t*h, i got dumb, dumb money, yuh (dumb)
You think i turned up, now you ain't seen nothin' (what)
Yeah, you know how i'm commin', yea
Yea, you know how i'm bummin', uh (Glizzock)
Lil n***a, big money, you a big bummy
Cuz i got

Too much f**kin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast, huh
Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, b*t*h i ran it up and now i'm set (yea, now i'm set)
Yea, i get check, after check (check) b*t*h i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, b*t*h, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces
I'm smokin' cannabis and i'm sippin' texas, huh

Imma king, lil n***a, you a peasant (a peasant)
If you think this sh*t is sweet, come and test me (come and test me)
Yea, you know since sixteen, i been reckless, ya (i've been reckless)
White gold, white hoes, ey, i'm fantastic (i'm fantastic)
Livin' lavish (yah), on dat b*t*h (on dat b*t*h, mayne)
I'm so rich (i'm so rich, mayne), i'm so lit, ye (i'm so lit, mayne)
Uh, Glock, what you doin', i'm doin' this sh*t (i'm doin' this sh*t, mayne)
Yea, i got big sh*t poppin', later b*t*h (later b*t*h)
Same lil n***a, [?]
Mobbin' wit the sticks, bought a pistol, that shoot ten, yuhh
Chillin' with some heavy set, but i make a sin
My dawg in the pits say, he still see me growin'

Too much f**kin' money, got em mad
Yea, grandma said that i'm livin' too fast, huh
Yea, broke boys talkin' down, but i won't crash (but i won't crash)
Yea, b*t*h i ran it up and now i'm set (yea, now i'm set)
Yea, i get check, after check (check) b*t*h i'm blessed, uh (check)
Yea, b*t*h, i flex and i flex, imma mess, huh
Look at my neck, neck, neck, neck-a-laces
I'm smokin' Cali best and i'm sippin' Texas, huh

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