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"Go to the, I don't give a f**k if you gotta pick up your kids! Go to the f**king Wendy's dude!"

Aye, look I ain't tryna waste time
I be with the hoe's that's giving FaceTime
I know she know imma dog on my K-9
I heard them talking bout' the boy through the grape vine
She looking at me like she wanna f**k, I know that
Her a** fat I'm like, "Come here and let me hold that."
Kodak, throwback, know that no man ever showed that they can f**k with golden, boy I got the potion, leave her pu**y soaking
Marc told me, I'm getting it
I'm getting money, we getting lit
I'm too legit
Like MC Hammer
She dancing on me
I f**ked her after
Oh man, imma young rich n***a
Gold chains, gold grill, go figure
I'm fly as hell, my n***as is fly as well
My girl she in all Chanel
I did it without your help screaming
"STOP HATING! PU**Y BOY STOP HATING!"
And to all the booking agents at my shows tryna book me
I can't do it if you n***as not paying
I ain't got the time nor the patience
Sh*t, my momma got bills too
Ain't sh*t free around here
Unless you a** tryna come through
Tell lil momma come and buss it for me
I've been outta town a n***a busy performing and balancing my account like the sh*t was really important
I told her that, "I'm the boy with the lifestyle."
But the boy become the man when the lights down
Oh your friends bad too, they need a flight out
And we can do whatever, whenever the lights down
Real sh*t

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