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(chorus)

i don’t take picture with nun of these b-tches
dropping her top and she give me top
grabbin the wheel and i kick to 60
most of em flock but they know when i drop

i don’t want mentions from of you n-ggas
feelin the itch from the money addiction
up on the road so i’m keeping my distance
taking the stroke and she cumin im k!ll it i swear

say that i’m hoeing
i just be coming and going
i feel like i’m close to these millions
my pockets go big when they open

i’m poppin like semi i toting
this codiene it keep my eyes open
like momba i’m ballin like kobe
got more on my mind when i’m focused

(1st verse)

i got my check imma f-ck it up
i hit that b-tch and she nutted up
diamonds they wet got me floor up
knowing some n-ggas that’s blooded up

i told myself that i knew i would get it
put in that work and i’m runnin that 50
pulled out my d-ck and wanted to kiss it

pulled out my d-ck and wanted to kiss it

i got that stone on my ring
i been out runnin at night imma fiend
poppin that sh-t but you takin a fee
i got some n-ggas ride with that sting

point at a body they rip it to piece
up like a choir that choppa gon sing
i ran up a k and n-gga gon eat
she given me top when she down on her knees

(chorus)

i don’t take picture with nun of these b-tches
dropping her top and she give me top
grabbin the wheel and i kick to 60
most of em flock but they know when i drop

i don’t want mentions from of you n-ggas
feelin the itch from the money addiction
up on the road so i’m keeping my distance
taking the stroke and she cumin im k!ll it i swear

say that i’m hoeing
i just be coming and going
i feel like i’m close to these millions
my pockets go big when they open

i’m poppin like semi i toting
this codiene it keep my eyes open
like momba i’m ballin like kobe
got more on my mind when i’m focused

(2nd verse)

money coming in
haters coming out

i just got the sub, all matted out
pull up with the stick, gon and air out

riding with a foreign, got her titties you out
passing all the fakers, f-ck they talkin bout
ain’t no doubt about it, know i’m better now
looking up to god, never left me out

aiming that sh-t from the neck up
get ya boy cause you don’t wanna test us
got my n-ggas we ball with the pressure
got that gold on my neck when i’m flexed up

i been ballin cause i wanna lead
catch me outside with the clique we gon squeeze
said that you bout it but dead in the streets
i got that sh-t that keep making her scream

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