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'Cause I'ma pull your card, make you spend a couple thousand, that's a fact, nigga
Fuck is you talkin'?
Don't fuckin' tell me you gon' spend some money, then y'all ain't spend that shit
I think we fuckin' got one
Old cap ass nigga
It's trap season, bruh (Uh)

Don't be talkin' boss shit if you ain't really 'bout it
'Cause I'ma pull your card, make you spend a couple thousand
Gotta be a rich nigga just to come around me
I'm really running shit, I know that you heard about me
Body so crazy, make 'em say wow
Ass so fat like ta-dow
He don't wanna wait, he want me right now
He like my ass tooted up and my face down

Top, top floor at the Westin, uh (Westin)
Poppin' hella bottles with my best friend (Best friend)
Lame ass niggas, we finesse them (Finesse)
If you ain't got no money, that's a dead end (That's a dead, nigga)
All that talkin' that these niggas doin' don't faze me (Don't faze me)
Got that type of pussy make a nigga wanna praise me (Woo)
Put a name on this pussy, he call it amazing (Amazing)
Set the standard high, so a nigga can't replace me
Shittin' on these bitches, I don't even try hard (Nah)
I stay in my bag like a fuckin' Goyard
Hundred thousand cash on a brand new car (Cash)
Look up on my ceiling, make a wish, 'cause it's stars (Woo)
I don't need a key, I push a button and it start (Start)
Hardest rap bitch out and that's by a far (Facts)
Got a couple bitches out here tryna steal my bars
But I stay up on my P's and Q's, I'm never off-guard (Pussy)

Real freak, this ain't only on the weekends
Bust it open from the a.m. to the p.m. (All day, bitch)
Come and get your nigga, he stay in my DM's (The fuck?)
He said he tryna swim all in me on the deep end
But I don't feed in, I just want that cash flow
He feed you Burger King, but he took me to Mastro's (Hah)
We do not compare, but I see why you mad though
Better get up out your feelings and get to that bag, ho
Different breed, baby, we are not the same
Nigga wanna take me out, I tell him meet me at the bank
I'm getting to that bread, fuck what a motherfucker think
I don't want relations, play these niggas like a game
They havin' conversations, I'm the trending topic (Trending topic)
I'm just tryna see what's in your fuckin' wallet (Money)
Type of bitch to make a nigga empty out his pockets (Yeah)
Broke boy wanna talk, nigga, please stop it (Stop)

Talkin' boss shit, talkin' boss shit
Talkin', talkin', talkin' boss shit, talkin' boss shit
Talkin', talkin', talkin' boss shit, talkin' boss shit
Talkin', talkin', talkin' boss shit, talkin' boss shit, talkin'
Don't be talkin' boss shit if you ain't really 'bout it
'Cause I'ma pull your card, make you spend a couple thousand
Gotta be a rich nigga just to come around me
I'm really running shit, I know that you heard about me

And my face down, face down
Talkin' boss shit, talkin' boss shit, talkin', talkin'
Face down, face down
Talkin' boss shit, talkin' boss shit, talkin', talkin'
Talkin' boss shit, talkin' boss shit, talkin', talkin'
He don't wanna wait, he want me right now
He like my ass tooted up and my face down (It's trap season, bruh)

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