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I don't really wanna go
I don't really wanna stay
But I really hope and pray
Can we get it together?
Get it together
Mustard on the beat, ho

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these n***as salty

All this designer on my body got me drip, drip, ayy
Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these n***as, I didn't forget, back
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
These b*t*hes know me now 'cause I got them big racks
'Cause I'm gettin' money now, I know you heard that
Young n***a on the corner, b*t*h, I had to serve crack
Uncle fronted me some P's, had to get them birds back
We came up on dirty money, I gave it a birdbath
Cut off the brain and I give my b*t*h a new coupe
Either you from the Yah Gang or you're SuWoop
Got a New Orleans b*t*h and man, that pu**y voodoo
And I'm that n***a now, who knew?
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these n***as salty

I been wakin' up to get the money, woah, woah
Got a bad b*t*h, her a** tatted, woah, woah
Givenchy to my toes, two twins, I'm f**king 'em both
I put her in a new AP, the water like a boat
I was down bad on my d**k, where was you n***as at?
I know you turned your back on me just to get some racks
I seen you swerve back, 'cause I'm in the black 'Bach
New diamonds on me, f**k a flash, this ain't Snapchat
'Cause I been gettin' paid
Yellow diamonds on me look like lemonade
Got my baby mama that new Bentayga
Tryna get the dough, Joe, like a sensei, yeah
Rolls Royce umbrellas when I'm in the rain
I just mind my business
I got brothers that did the time, I ain't kiddin'
All these rappers just talk about it, I live it
Goin' up, I ain't got no sky limit, yeah, yeah, yeah
I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n***as got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n***a can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up, gettin' racks in the morning
I was broke, now I'm rich, these n***as salty

I, ayy, yeah
I've been ballin', lil' n***a
Now watch me ball on these n***as
Yeah, now watch me ball on these n***as, yeah
Now watch me ball on these n***as
Now watch me ball on these n***as, yeah, yeah

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