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Yeah
Can you please motherfuckin' rise
For the national motherfuckin' trap-star anthem
Lets go

[Chorus]
Cause bitch I'm amazin'
Look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low
Yea I look like an Asian
Forever Thuggin'
Forever Thuggin'
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'
Look what I'm blazin'
Eyes so low
Yea I look like an Asian
Forever Thuggin'
Forever Thuggin'
Haters run they mouth
They ain't talkin' bout nothin'
Cause Bitch I'm amazin'

Closed door armor
Lookin' like its miller times
Sixty Seven diamond chain
Who he think he Busta Rhymes
Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes
Could of done a lot of time
And I ain't never snorted shit
Put it all up on the line
Got a lot up on my mind
Got a lot up on my plate
Gotta feed my hood
So I'm up and down the interstate
The streets need a nigga
So I'm in and out that vocal booth
Hoes love a nigga
Cause I'm in and out they yellow coupe
But nothin' but banana split
Say that I'm her favorite
If you can take a lot of dick
I can talk a lot of shit
Go on baby swag it up
Show them haters who your with
Bring you want that gangster shit
Who you niggas fuckin' with

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First I sold two mill
Then I sold another one
Told them if you pay for three
That I will front another one
Told them if they give me this
Then ill record another one
But if you can not give me that
Ain't no sense in callin' back
Fuck you think they sell me for
Fuck you think they find me at
Damn right American
I'm gonna need a bigger hat
Close your eyes imagine this
Gonna need a bigger safe
I got bills up in that bitch
That bitch stacked up since 98
Let em talk
Let em hate
Watch them lick the navigate
If you touch em
Wipe em off
Bring a brush
Then take em off
I can make an avalanche
And I ain't talkin' Chevy trucks
Call me Georgia lottery
Cause I'll be talkin' mega bucks

[Chorus]

Must of spent ten grand
To make they coupe stand taller
First round draft pick
Yea I'm mother fuckin' baller
Just right your number down
Baby girl I might call ya
If she give it to me now
She wont live to see tomorrow
And if she playin' wit it
She wont make it through the night
Before the song with Kanye
I had my money right
Used to call me vice grips
Yea I get my money tight
Now its time to re up
Then I make my money white
You can catch me at my jewel
Yea I like my money bright
You can find me at the lot
Yea I like my money fast
Two hundred on the gas
Two hundred on the dash
Yea I'm spendin' all money
Now I'm livin' in the past

[Chorus]
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written by GHOLSON, CHRISTOPHER JAMES/JENKINS, JAY W.
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group