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Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough Won't let these n***as up, smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's move in silence, my n***as are dangerous Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid f**k n***as hate, guess that come with the game Got a new car and a bustdown I was down bad, but I'm up now And I puff loud when I come 'round And we just met, she in love now I'm a straight player, I don't cuff now I get to the bag, I just run 'round I'm on KK, I need one pound When I call a play, it's a touchdown I'ma beat it down, money, need a pile of it Blowin' strong and I even fly with it Team that I'm with, they don't violate it Got a man, but she couldn't hide in it Say she can't get enough, late night, I hit her up Smokin', not drinkin', so I'm 'bout to pick her up Had me one rolled soon as her n***a left Like when I choke her, don't let her get her breath Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough Won't let these n***as up, smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's move in silence, my n***as are dangerous Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid f**k n***as hate, guess that come with the game (Quavo, woah) Connected, my Cookie, that's what Huncho rollin' up Walk around Takeoff, do not kick his double cup Offset so crazy, you might end up poured up (Pour 'em up) Lookin' for your b*t*h, she out somewhere cuddled up Circle is tight, look like a huddle-up Tryna get right, young n***a double up (Double up) I paid for the b*t*h to go get a new tummy tuck Gang come in first, we don't run with runner-ups Walk in the club with my motherf**kin' burner tucked (Burner tucked, grraow) I am your leader, your favorite achiever I bought the baguettes, the Pave is cheaper Quavo Huncho, I'm trappin' with Wiz Khalifa Stackin' my paper up, no, I ain't make enough Won't let these n***as up, smoke when I'm wakin' up No, I ain't fake enough, money, I'm rakin' up Time, I ain't takin' up, got your girl bakin' up Your bed, she makin' up, my crib, I'm takin' up Pillow, her face in it, whole lot of space in it My car, I'm racin' it, crash and replacin' it Don't want the basics in, smokin' and facin' it Came from the bottom, I know where the basement is Real G's move in silence, my n***as are dangerous Smoke every day and I don't miss a plane Stack everythin', at the club, make it rain Got a new broad and she gettin' me paid f**k n***as hate, guess that come with the game (Jerm on the boards)
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