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Klark Kent & Tato Beats

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I've seen the money turn a liar into dust
I've watched the homie get whacked it only cost a couple bucks
I told that mothafucka neva turn your back
I got a tendency to snap it's best you keep ya mouth shut
I got it how I got it
Put somethin up in ya pocket
How dare you disrespect me
You know I love my profit
I'm homegrown
I'm big boned
I'm wide awake and I'm still stoned
I set the pace
I win the race
I'm a local boy from outer space
I'm moon walkin like MJ
You Kim K then I'm Kanye
No Ray J no one day
I'm lifelong like everyday
Gon buy a house
Gon have a kid
Gon have a wife
That handle biz
Gon make a mil
Then do it twice
I spend a lot for just one night
My honey make money and don't even speak
Yo bunny a funny it's all in her genes
I'm lucky it sunny I live on the beach
It's all up to me
It's all a routine
I work and I play
I go to the bank
I see what I made
And throw it away
My life issa game
I hate when it rain
Unless it's the money then I'm who to blame

I can't understand what she doin to me
She speaking my language so fluently
It's amazing
She let me hit it from all different angles
Ain't nothin basic
Da bigga da bank
Da bigga da jeweler
I got it all I don't wanna confuse ya
Ten bands fit in one hand like it's nothin
She got the best tan on da west end took her out to Bali for the summer
You got a bummer bitch wit a spray tan and you know she always up to somethin
I'm in a foreign wit foreigns at 4 in da mornin
The pedal hit metal cause f*ck it I'm flooring it
Know I'm enjoyin it
That ain't the point of it
I got the money galore n shit
Why am I hung up on someone ignorin me
Listen don't toy wit me
I got priorities
I got the homie employed
I'm sweatin out money it's all in my pores
I hope when I die I push everyone forward
Ain't came up short in a long time
Keep the whole team wit me like a o line
Made a couple bucks wit da runner ups
Spend alotta time w the wrong type
Learned it to earn it
I need the whip wit da curtains
I treat my money like my backwoods imma burn it
Bars straight up out the furnace
Livin large make em nervous
I been the shoota
I been da truth
One wit da ruler
One wit da coop
Pick up a hula makin her hoop
Ice out da coola makin a move
I can fit 10 racks in my left hand
I put 2 down on just one hand
If I lose it all I'm bouta hit a lick
Keep a tool involved just to make it stick
Gotta check the walls for da hollow spot
Bouta stash the cash for the biggest pot
Betta than most
I'll neva be average
Hop in da ghost
Don't think about traffic
Keepin my eyes open when I'm nappin
Just anotha muhfucka I'm lappin
Bad to da bone I'm good for da past tense
Why she throwin it back back so fast lately
Ion really care cause the cash been goin crazy

Can't stop workin till I'll coolin
In the frontseat of a coupe and
I got money fallin out my pockets every time I move and
I ain't got no time for nobody who ain't really bout it too
Imma run me up a check and imma show you how it do
Think you know about this life
I don't think you do
I don't settle for a bag
Imma need me two
If I'm lookin at yo girl
Imma need that too
Don't be thinkin that I'm cappin
Only tell the truth
Everything I do is bigger than you think
And every girl I f*ck be hittin me like 7 days a week
No I can't blink
Prolly gon miss some shit
I'm always tryna link
I keep the freshies on my feet
And all my hoes stay on a leash
For when I need
Never gon fall asleep
Never gon bother me
Way too deep and way too lit to let these boppas follow me
Keep it lowkey
Keep my money on me
Fallin straight out my jeans
Wrist on fleek
Call it go mode
All on me
Ridin solo

Stumble in
Off the medicine
It's a cold day when I be reppin it
Ya makin money now you actin funny
I be givin money to like everybody
If you in my clique then you set for life
Pick up some syrup then pick up the sprite
Goodnight
Please be gone when I wake up
Ion wanna see ya wit no makeup

I know I gotta get the guala everyday I wake up
Everyday I gotta rank up
Every time I do like a layup
Every time I f*ck wit you I gotta pray up
Goin in savage mode
She knock on my door like a package hoe
She known to be a lil drastic tho
So imma go in a lil faster tho

I got money on me
Patek filee
Drop top wop n a bitch on fleek
Mop yo block wit a 223
Smoke my dope I can't be beat
Block yo shot like Bron w the heat
Been gettin money I been gettin cheese
F*ck the police like I f*ck up the beat
Been flippin since I was the age of 13
I been makin money I know what it's bout
I might have to go buy my neighbors house
He talkin too much and he callin the cops
I don't f*ck wit them when they up on my block
Stay with the gang, and I stay lookin strange
To anybody who ain't up in my lane

Up in my lane
They ain't up in my line
Cuz I fuckin made this shit myself

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