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You ready? Ayy
Cash Money AP
Oh, ayy, ask the judge what he on
Won't let my niggas home
Ask the judge what he on
Oh, ayy, ask the judge what he on
Ayy, oh, ayy, oh, ayy, ask the judge what he on
Won't let my niggas home, gotta get it on my own
Oh, ayy, ask the judge what he on
Shit, ah, yeah

Oh, ayy, ask the judge what he on
Won't let my niggas home, gotta get it on my own
Oh, ayy, why won't let my brothers home
What the judge really on, what the judge really on
Oh, ayy, a hunnid bands and they on me
I'm broke, I came up off a Zo (a Zo), but now I'm driving the Ghost
Oh, ayy, ask myself what I'm on, thinking 'bout future days when I'm gone
Margielaa, man, whole world know my songs

[Verse]
Oh, ayy, niggas ain't talking bout money, they bummy
I come through with Rocky and Carti, we coming to shut down your party
Oh, ayy, niggas made fun of my pain so I pull up in a 'Rari or Range
I'ma pull up with the gang
Oh, ayy, I'ma come through with more drew drips, I'ma come through with more Jay Rich
They got them things, and it's gon' rip
Oh, shit, new whip
I just came through in a new whip
I just came through with a new fit
Gucci my belt, Gucci my kicks
Gucci my belt, Gucci my kicks
Walkin' on water, look at my drip
I'm getting lit, I'm getting rich
Slide in your daughter, 'cause I'm the shit
Slide in your daughter, 'cause I'm the shit
Gucci my belt, Gucci my kicks
Ayy, what's there to 'dress?

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