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30 Recordz, 30 On The Beat

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Thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty, thirty
Mannn, whatchu niggas on
I'm in the studio
And shorty keep calling me
Fr, this bitch trippin'
Swear to God
Got one for the money, got two or the gold
Got three got the bitches who play me on the low
Got four the cars, got five for the bros
Got six for the likes, got seven for the show
Got eight for the shawties who give me the throat
TImes two for the rappers who think I'm a choke
Do the math on you niggas who be thinking I'm a joke
Got sixteen bitches that be blowing up my phone
B-B-Bad little bitch, we be kissing (bad)
Kick it at the crib we chillin (chillin)
Killing that kitty like a villain (yea)
Got a boyfriend, you know I be winning (uh huh)
All these girls in they feelings (what)
On the road, it's the kid they be missin' (yea)
Made a movie, but I'm not filming (nah)
Got love for all my women (yea)
People looking at me like a stranger (stranger)
Ice be dripping like a glacier (ice)
Not a shy boy, now a player (nah)
Shawty make it clap for some paper (cash)
Got the mindset of a soldier (yea)
Baby say she the gun to my holster (boom)
Jumping out the coupe, ain't a 4 door (skrt)
Look at the foreign, you couldn't afford it
Woah
Everybody really be hating, but we couldn't be dating
But I run through your head like (Woah)
Baby, you be amazing, but I know you be taken
But you still be hitting my (Phone)
You be hitting my line, because you loving the vibe
Throw it back up on me yea real (Slow)
You be diggin' the essence, I know you a blessing
Fell in love with scent of my (Cologne)
Got one for the money, got two or the gold
Got three got the bitches who play me on the low
Got four the cars, got five for the bros
Got six for the likes, got seven for the show
Got eight for the shawties who give me the throat
TImes two for the rappers who think I'm a choke
Do the math on you niggas who be thinking I'm a joke
Got sixteen bitches that be blowing up my phone
I'm just living like a icon (icon)
Niggas be snakes, yea pythons (ssss)
Pretty lil bitch got my eyes on (yea)
She fell in love, when I put my ice on (ice)
Diamonds be popping with the lights on (what)
She be looking bad, Michael Jackson (she bad)
Let's make a movie, no actin' (nah)
You know I go crazy with the fashion (cray cray)
I just wanna count my muthafuckin' racks
She a boss bitch, you know she be up in her bag
Walk inside the Louis store, she f*ck up all the tags
I just want my riches, you know I came from them rags
I told you I'm the illest, you say I'm the realest
Fucking with my niggas, lil foreign bitch came from Spain (foreign)
Fuckin up a bag, you know we popping tags
She hang round us, learning my slang (slang)
Certified freak hoe, loves when she deep throats
I don't sex, just here the brain (yea)
One for the city, got two fuckin' with me
Ask around shawty, everybody knows my name (Thirty)
Got one for the money, got two or the gold
Got three got the bitches who play me on the low
Got four the cars, got five for the bros
Got six for the likes, got seven for the show
Got eight for the shawties who give me the throat
TImes two for the rappers who think I'm a choke
Do the math on you niggas who be thinking I'm a joke
Got sixteen bitches that be blowing up my phone

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