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[Chorus: Money Man & Quin NFN]
Let's go
Fuckin' with the scammers we 'gon make the bank go on alert
Fuckin' with the circle we 'gon put your partner on a shirt
Feelin' kind of evil I should probably go and pray today
Feelin' kind of trap-ish I might go and catch a play today
Fuckin' with the scammers, I fucked around and caught another play
Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smush'd another day
Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae
They know we 'bout action I'm still packin' like a runaway

[Verse 1: Quin NFN]
Bullet proof Durango truck inside the hood, don't shoot at me
My young thug, he a gunna to the opps, but he still pushin' P's
Bitch quit tryna act you ain't fuck and let that pussy breathe
Sold that hoe somе cookie smoke, she gavе up her cookie tree
We ain't tryna cook a key, my bro rich off the trees only
Fucked up we ain't givin' fronts, you still ain't sold that weed smoky
Make that shit athletic like recess, he tried to swing on me
Bitches balance must be off the way they tryna lean on me
Lost so much designer I fuck around and still bring some Yeezys out
She told me to leave it in back then they tried to leave me out
Did some dirt inside the street, some niggas tryna see me bout
We can do some punchin' but right after I'm a squeeze it out
I'm on my way to a payment still can't relate to a statement
Lil Quincho came from the pavement these niggas got me mistaken
My youngin' slide with the quickness
To shock a nigga like Raiden
I'm stackin', trackin' my bacon
These different foreigns what I'm racin'

[Chorus: Money Man & Quin NFN]
Let's go
Fuckin' wit' the scammers we gon' make the bank go on alert
Fuckin' wit' the circle we gon' put your potna on a shirt
Feelin' kind of evil I should probably go and pray today
Feelin' kind of trap-ish I might go and catch a play today
Fuckin' wit' the scammers, I fuck around and caught another play
Told my bro to take his time and get 'em smushed another day
Soon a bitch get comfy like she love me, find another bae
They know we 'bout action I'm still packin' like a runaway

[Verse 2: Money Man]
Had to grab another phone, my last droid was hot as fuck
Had to grab another broad, my last vibe was too stuck up
Might go start a Navy fed and have Lil Juney fill it up
A red eye and a Cullinan you know I like to mix it up
I get money fifty different ways my sons will never drive
Kicked that nigga out the spot today cause he ain't have his fire
The streets ain't for you niggas, go to college nigga hit DeVry
Clip a nigga wit' this .45, I'm feelin' like Kawhi
Count a eighty watching HBO, that's just some petty shit
Go and get a SBA a PPP quit beggin' bitch
Tryna take the easy route, the internet providing funds
Feelin' kind of paranoid, so everyday I'm buyin' guns
Tell yo bitch quit staring before I take her to my residence
Hanging with these wolves in the jungle that's my element
Everything I got, it from the streets ain't get no settlement
No we not alike 'cause me and you is different specimens
Tryna stop the schemin' but I'm having and it pay too much
All these diamonds on me she gone fuck, ain't gotta say too much

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