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Camera turn on when I back out (Skrrt) Pull up, I'm pullin' my racks out (Racks) Still getting lit 'til I black out (Lit) UFC, fuck 'til she tap out (Tap out) You ain't talkin' money? There's nothin' to chat 'bout My brother told me, get a spot he can trap out (Trap) Take one of mine and we take your whole team out (Brrr) Shot him in his belly, we let him bleed out (Brrr) Diamonds shinin', I don't know if you noticed (Bling) Tickin' bomb, all my pockets explodin' Hurtin' my opps, we ain't gotta reload I can fuck his mama, go ahead and expose him (Haha, yeah) I'm feelin' sick and my head's startin' to spin Cause I got a good mix in my tummy (Mix) Stackin' my riches, won't fight over bitches But I'll kill you over some money (Woo) I told that girl that she can't have my digits Cause I'm too busy doin' numbers (Catch) Keep me at ease when I talk to my sleese Cause I stay with the Bs like a bumble (Ayy) Lately, been drivin' in spaceships I feel like that I wasn't born on this planet (Skrrt) Workin', I'm doin' the grave shift and everyone sleepin' I'm takin' advantage (Let's go) Swear to God, I be in Ricky the most Copy my drip, yeah, they watchin' my post (Mm) You should be proud of me, turnt up my salary Burnin' out galary, doin' the most (Woo) Put my mind to it and get it (Get it) Went from broke to unlimited credit Got like seven million dollars on debit Brought me back to life, my cash like a medic Camera turn on when I back out (Skrrt) Pull up, I'm pullin' my racks out (Racks) Still getting lit 'til I black out (Lit) UFC, fuck 'til she tap out (Tap out) You ain't talkin' money? There's nothin' to chat 'bout My brother told me, get a spot he can trap out (Trap) Take one of mine and we take your whole team out (Brrr) Shot him in his belly, we let him bleed out (Brrr) Diamonds shinin', I don't know if you noticed (Bling) Tickin' bomb, all my pockets explodin' Hurtin' my opps, we ain't gotta reload I can fuck his mama, go ahead and expose him (Haha, yeah) I'm feelin' sick and my head's startin' to spin Cause I got a good mix in my tummy (Mix) Stackin' my riches, won't fight over bitches But I'll kill you over some money (Woo) Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked up Yeah I'm geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked up, ayy Hahaha I used to sip on the Act', not no green (Act') This nigga broke, should've followed his dreams (Bitch) Countin' a rack on the 'Gram, what the fuck does that mean? (What?) Bitch, I be ballin' like I'm Mr. Clean (Yeah) I got your bitch on her knees (Woo) Swallowed my dick (Woo) and that bitch couldn't breathe (Ha) Do what I want 'cause I know what I need (I know) I went and dropped me a bag on some Vs I know that it's time to go out (Go out) When I step out, I bring your ho out (Your ho out) 'Cause I know that bih wanna show out (I know it) I know she ready to ho out (I know it) Got a rich girl like Stedman (Stedman) My new crib lookin' like Spellman (Sheesh) Penthouse suite, got 'em jealous (Jealous) I'm too high up, talk to the bellman (Bitch) Niggas green, fuck do they mean? (Green) She gave me head, I got full head esteem (Uh) Rick Owen jacket, Watanabe jeans (Uh) Prada my shawty, turn her to a queen (Oh) These niggas say they trappin', that's a dream (That's a dream) I did a triple-double with the beam (No way) She say she wanna fuck me, she a fiend (She a fiend) Told her, "Get condoms," she know what to bring (Ah) Diamonds on me, feel like Wayne with the bling (No way) Tell come over here, that I'm lookin' for Ming (Aha) My niggas with me, I ain't lookin' for no other brothers (Oh) We ain't siginin' Wayne but we made it out the gutter-gutter Lost one bitch, it's okay 'cause I got another (Facts) Fuck it, I would wife her But I told her that I don't love (Don't love her) These niggas mad that I'm paid (Paid) Look at this money I made, yeah (Look, look) Whole team drippin', I ain't start up Y'all like, "How did I star up?" Every cent and I put it on the barbie I still fucked, gave her to my brother Geeked, geeked, geeked up, yea I'm geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked up
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