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We done late thought, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak, and you heard I'm a freak
You know I'm feelin' like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again, and I counted up again
And I counted up again, and it still ain't enough
I done came up, they don't like that *
Still poppin' my *, you don't like it, so what?
I just hopped off 75, now I'm on Northside
I'ma push it, I'ma gon' hit the clutch
Even though you suck good dick, and that ass real fat
You got blocked, cause you do too much
Standin' on the couch with a pocket full of money
And a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barber, you done with your lips
Now you workin' on your titties, and you
All these bitches in the club, and you niggas wanna fight
Ain't you lookin' like a sucker?
All these bitches wanna *, yellow diamonds on me
Wrists lookin' like mustard
All this money in the world, and you beefin' bout a bitch
That's a trade up a buster
All this money
All this money in the world, and you beefin' bout a bitch
That's a trade up a buster
Yeah, we know the bitch is an airhead
I be droppin' bombs over Baghdad
Now I do it big like Khaled
I remember sleepin' on a pallet
If you want depression, you can have it
Told y'all to hit me on the gadget
Had to put the form in the traffic
Wintertime Fendi on the jacket
Yeah, yeah, figured out a loophole
Say you gettin' money, nigga, kudos
* em in the group, that's a duo
Shout it real sweet like a churro
I remember eatin' ramen noodles
*, I still eat noodles
Ooh, ooh
Trade in the port for a two-door
Left wrist colder than Pluto
Ooh, we done linked up
We done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak, and you heard I'm a freak
You know I'm feelin' like Greek
Gotta get them bucks
Count it up again, and I count it up again
And I count it up again, and it still ain't enough
I done came up, they don't like that *
Still poppin' my *, you don't like, so what?
I just hopped off 75, now I'm on Northside
I'ma push it, I'ma gon' hit the clutch
Even though you suck good dick
And that ass real fat, you got blocked
Cause you do too much
Standin' on the car with a pocketbook
Full of money and a bottle in my hand
I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barber
You done with your lips
Now you rockin' on your titties
All these bitches in the club
And you niggas wanna fight
Ain't you lookin' like a sucker?
Yeah
All these bitches wanna *
Yellow diamonds on me
Wrists lookin' like mustard
Yeah
All this money in the world
And you beefin' bout a bitch
That's a trade up a buster
Yeah
All this money in the world
And you beefin' bout a bitch
That's a trade up a
* niggas
Stackin' up the money
Shout to you and I
The port not unloaded up on sticks
Like I'm bout to go to war
Everything I rock be custom
I'm goin' in the store
They ain't lookin' for no vibe
If they play, I'ma slap
Mail a shot, I took the toast
You know I'm summer with the bro
And I don't really like to brag
I got a whole lot of cash
Put some paper on your head
Like a temporary tag
Lay your face on a shirt
Your whole family gotta wear
Yo ho, it's my ho
Got bags in the Tahoe
I pop too much *
I cannot be embarrassed
Ran up a whole lot of money
Why they start actin' funny?
I don't know
If it's smoke, I'ma clear
My diamonds dance
This is water
I swear I done came from the derby
So I look like a chick
Rockin' Cartier
I can't fold with you for real
I never show you where I live
But you down at the 12, bitch
Been a late buck
We done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know
I was in her guts
Heard you a freak
And you heard I'm a freak
You know I'm feelin' like Greek
Gotta get them bucks
I count it up again
And I count it up again
And I count it up again
And it still ain't enough
I done came up
They don't like that *
Still poppin' my *
You don't like it, so what?
I just hopped off 75
Now I'm on Northside
I'ma push it
I'ma gon' hit the clutch
Even though you suck good dick
And that ass real fat
You got blocked
Cause you do too much
Standin' on the cart
With a pocket full of money
And a bottle in my hand
I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barber
You done with your lips
Now you rockin' on your titties
All these bitches in the club
And you niggas wanna fight
Ain't you lookin' like a sucker?
Yeah
All these bitches wanna *
Yellow diamonds on me
Wrists lookin' like mustard
Yeah
All this money in the world
And you beefin' bout a bitch
That's a trade of a buster
Yeah
All this money in the world
And you beefin' bout a bitch
That's a trade of a

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