| I just maxed out with this lil' bitch up in Barneys
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| With the bag out, I walk in and lit up the party
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| I just smashed out with this lil' bitch in the 'Rari
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| And I cashed out, I’m a playboy rockin' Cartis, yeah (Cypress)
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| My lil' bitch from the D told me rock my buffs
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| We still duckin' from them D’s, tryna rock it up
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| Niggas pussy, throwin' flags, tryna chop it up (What?)
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| Handsome niggas in the streets, we get to poppin' up (Boom, boom)
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| Caught him comin' out the club, so, shit, we shot it up (Brrt)
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| Bitch was hangin' with the opps, so, shit, we shot at her (Brrt)
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| Show no mercy on them pussies, they ain’t live enough (Fuck 'em)
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| They too broke to go to war, shit, they ain’t got enough (Broke-ass niggas)
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| Ooh, we gon' come out (Yeah)
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| Too much money, it ain’t funny, I won’t run out (At all)
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| In the trenches, I’ma bring my Bentley truck out (Skrrt)
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| Tryna be low behind them tints, but I still stuck out
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| You ain’t tryna give me that pussy, get the fuck out
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| Stack it in the winter, in the summer, we gon' bust out (Uh-uh)
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| Threw some shit, ain’t hit nobody, and he struck out (Hoes)
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| Caught that nigga slidin' home and he got dug out, gang
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| More money, more bitches
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| More millis, more riches (What else?), yeah, yeah (Nigga)
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| Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (Skrrt)
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| Made some more money, so I bought some more killers, yeah, yeah
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| Only bosses talkin', nigga, shut the fuck up (Bitch ass up)
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| Hate my opps so much, I should go get 'em dug up (Dig 'em up)
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| Don’t fuck on broke bitches no more, baby, I’m stuck-up (I can’t do it)
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| Up that chopper on my brother, I don’t trust nothin', wait, wait
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| Nigga killed my auntie, let me live, boy, you foolish
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| When you die and go meet her, she gon' tell you you stupid
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| If these pussies got a problem, you know I got a solution
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| We gon' do it like math, subtract everybody included
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| I like fuckin' bitches soon as we meet
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| Only street nigga from the D made more money than me was Meech
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| First one go touch a hundred without goin' to jail is me
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| Only nigga with a song hard as «First Day Out» is Meek
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| Boy, you sweet
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| Heard you let them niggas rob you, we gon' rob you too
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| But they ain’t shoot you, when I rob you, I’ma pop you too (Boom)
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| He ain’t drop yet off the Glock, shoot the chopper too (Brrt)
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| I’ll fuck a nigga main bitch, side bitch too (Both, nigga)
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| More money, more bitches
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| More millis, more riches (What else?), yeah, yeah (Nigga)
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| Bendin' corners on a four-wheeler (We ain’t done yet, hold up)
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| Made some more money, so I bought some more killers, yeah, yeah
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| Hold up, wait a minute, y’all thought I was finished? |
| (Hold up)
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| Hardest chain in the game, this shit all in Guinness
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| How you gon' get ahead, you keep runnin' off on niggas?
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| I got 'em sick like I had a cold and coughed on niggas
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| I’m the same nigga from Joy Road with them dreads, yeah, them locks (Gang)
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| When I was 'round, they stayed in 'cause the clip curled on the chop (Bang)
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| We’ll air you out, we’ll tear you down, no flyin' up this block
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| I’ma bust it down into rocks, then go bust down me a watch, nigga |