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You do...
Yuh, ay why oh why
You do me like that
No I'm not fine, I'm like oh why oh why
All the sh*t I like, you do it right
I'm obsessed, oh why
Oh why oh why she in love with him but he's not that guy
If I take you out let's got for a ride
I got Gucci slides in my [?]
Yeah, pull up on shorty she [?]
Wear all of this yellow, her sweater still look like a beehive
Told her behave, I got money can't you really see bae
This n***as shopping on e-Bay (huh)
I get my sh*t from the store
Your money little like Stewart
I got a lot but I want me some more
Can't f**k with no thots they know money is [?]
Run my money up just like a relay
It's a [?] he say she say
Just play my sh*t on replay
And that's all that I ask
I want me the plays, I want me the bag
I want me the crib, I want me the jag
I want me the sh*t that a n***a ain't had
If I get the bread break it in half
And I smoke up the zip f**k a half
It's so much money I laugh (haha)
f**kin' yo girl cause she got a back
I said giggity giggity boo
Into creep sh*t what you gettin into
Count up my hunnids know that they blue
Like that n***a blue I got a clue
I could tell that this girl really through
She ain't know this expensive cologne
Roll up Marley when I'm in my zone
Really tryna get out of my schoo
I've been doing this sh*t for too long
I just want me a crib with a pool
Like a thug I be rockin Vlone
R.I.P. that n***a Juice
That sh*t made me shed a tear
All of my idols I lose
I need to meet Lil Boat or Tyler or sumn sh*t that would be cool
Flexin on n***as with all of my jewels
I'm texting these b*t*hes they eat me like fruit
And you know that this sh*t never stop
And you know Imma race to the top
f**k around and spend all of my guap
It's the chances I'm taking a lot
Hey, that n***a sh*t
What's he at n***a without a plot
Hey, chasing my dreams
I can never go check in a clock

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