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Yea
Yea, ah

They hate that i'm up now
Hate I got cash and got me a bag now
I'm drippin in sauce now
Feel like i'm ross and sam about now
I'm drifting a jag now
Going real fast and everyone chattin now
They love when I drop now
Would always talk down now they can't get off my jock now
Remember they thought I would crash
But my foot still on the gas
They leaving hate comments I laugh
Mad I got paper no tabs
f**king a model to call me
She giving me head don't doubt me
She took a pic of my cash and loved it
Little baby you ain't gonna touch it

Big dog like i'm a Rottweiler
Say i'm to hot need a firefighter
b*t*h wanna f**k but I won't wife her
Ta-ta-tapping that pu**y typewriter
Remember school days I was begging for change
I got me some money they got on my 90
These b*t*hes switch up like the mother f**kng day
Back then they was laughing now all in my face
Riding with Moony and Boo in the backseat ran
Through that b*t*h I ain't talkin no track meet
Turning up parties i'm feeling like gatsby
I'm about my books I ain't talking about
Bambi, you beef at a b*t*h you a b*t*h
Sorry your hoe on my d**k
Should of known these hoes ain't sh*t
Bust a nut and i'm out of there quick
You better watch your girlfriend she been stalking all my pics
I ain't talkin facial hair but i'm the goat on the tee
She told you she my biggest fan you showing jealousy
Stop crying like a hoe little homie i'm just being me
I-I'm poppin like fireworks
Little beast give me fire nerd
Stop texting me trying to work unless you gon pay for that verse
Munchin on final meals
I still haven't signed a deal, this money is mine forreal
I drop me a spot and just chilled
Walk in the club i'm drippin
Got cartier glasses they giving me image
Like math i've been counting up digits
Big clubbing groupie i'm calling her my mistress
Got brothers from out of the trenches
You play about me sh*t will get wicked
The uv is up and i'm winning
Had went from rags and i'm counting up riches
Chain on my neck frozone
Breaking yo hoe backbone
Get more bread no loaf
Say I went broke capo
You b*t*h getting top like a beat in cypher
I know i'm the sh*t no need for a diaper
Use to be walking now i'm up and i'm
Flying, taking these trips all over the island
Bro we know you junkie why you flexin homie
Know your pockets skinny mine on Texas homie
Had to go and grind can't be resting no way
Took off on you b*t*hes yall won't catch up on me
Pulled up in that lambo then I left out with that audi
Hoe be crying sosa like a spoiled little toddler
You think my house is flooded all this drip up in my closet
They hate I got my guap had to get this sh*t regardless

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