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b*t*hes getting piped down
Every night now
Maf**kas wanna type now, never fight now
pu**y asking for my price
Acting nice now
Ima blow the f**king speaker
Til they cut the lights out
TIl they cut the lights out

Five figures in my bank every motherf**king month
Take four to the store before I spend it at once
I been coolin with your b*t*h while she roll me up a blunt
I been pulling on her tracks, think that b*t*h done fell in love
Think that b*t*h done fell in love
Pull up to the show, make that motherf**ker jump
Labеl in my ear, they tryna take mе for a chump
This ain’t pocket change, I got my sum in lumps
Old fans getting pressed cause I’m not depressed
Said b*t*h, I’m getting checks, what did you expect
Inflated ego name dropping, talking out they neck
Said you just dapped him at the function b*t*h I’m not impressed
Self indulgent women in expensive linens
Seen too many debit machines that got my visas in em
Seen too many beautiful dreams with lack of reason in em
Running all these drugs through my spleen
I think I need a minute

I dont need ya offer, got another one
b*t*hes blow me cause I’m popping like it’s bubble gum
Mo money, mo problems, still I double em
It’s getting troublesome, I guess we call that trouble sums
Goth b*t*h in my room, tryna slow dance
Telling me she done f**king with her old man
Making love off the blow, riding no hands
Saved her number under My Chemical Romance
College dropout like I’m Yeezy, boy
Boujee b*t*h done paid the bill, look at how they treat me, boy
Draped in underground fashion looking steezy, boy
They think it’s easy cause I’m making it look easy, boy

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