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woo
i told em that sh-t would be lit
but they ain’t believe me and sh-t
they ain’t believe me and sh-t
all a sudden they just see me and sh-t
pull up in the coupe cheesin and sh-t
out miami i was speedin and sh-t
i need money i don’t need me a b-tch
i love money i be feenin for it
water life, i done seen all this sh-t
n-ggas sleep still dreaming and sh-t

n-ggas up, still dreaming
dirty money don’t clean it
super wavy get sea sick
call up go for the remix
if i said it i mean it
f-ck her then i delete it
aye

don’t think i wanna f-ck
can you just suck on my d-ck
n-ggas is broke as a b-tch
it make em feel like i’m rich
you wanna leave it’s cool
i ain’t the n-gga to trip
i’m turning these drugs to jewels
i wanna key on my wrist
i wanna porche on my neck
flood the ap and a tek
the bezel gone blind wit a step
get a bag, fly to the west
they really tried to keep a muzzle on em
from the x i brought the trouble on em
thrax and go we raining thunder on em
really tryna make my money longer

cuz ima different typa n-gga
and i do different kinda things
don’t care what ya n-ggas doin
ya stay far away from me
i can’t f-ck wit too many
sh-t ain’t always what it seems
i get a rush from it now
like i’m addicted to the green, ah yeah
me and my n-ggas we all could ball
me and my n-ggas we all could do it
flippin and flippin i sold it all
all of my n-ggas we all been through it

stay true, i done leveled up
big vlone, preme in the cut
still serving, i ain’t growing up
wit a hundred pounds yeah we going up
b-tch you know wassup
i fill up a pocket like every day
floss like every day
i’m in the stars like every day
in her jaws like every day

everyday see i sit and i pray
hop in a ghost and i plan my escape
ap to bust down i’m hunting the cake
a lion could never be scared of a snake

i never sleep, i done f-cked up my head
that’s how much it means to me
what i do now, i be thinking back then
that sh-t was a dream to me
everything is going green for me
i’m a baller, need a ring for me
red dot, i’ma beam something
call a shmurda he a steam something
get a rush i’m like a feen for it
blue cheese i got a thing for it
i’m always stuffin my jeans boy
run up like ten every week boy

f-ck what you on
my n-ggas they ball
it’s rare when i speak but my word is my bond
kick in the door boutta ring the alarm
we all from the streets but the world in my palm
left me back now i’m blessed while you down and you hopeless
you losing your focus
take a breath all your stress is surrounding your motives
you swear i be joking
i’m turning these drugs to jewels
i wanna key on my wrist, gang

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