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I'm not okay with it. I don't want to see you. I don't want to talk about it too much
You get so lonely from the bad advice
I, I, I, I
Check out the time, I might go cardio on my wife

I'ma get tired of that S.I.T. finna go to the lot so I cop me a drop
My n***a said slow down, I'm tellin' I'm bad, cause 12 keep shakin' the spot
No B.B.L. that's a whole lot of air, whenever we leave give a whole lot of talk
Whenever we leave give a whole lot of talk

My neck like a sink, this shit waterfall
I pay lil' bro for a hit, all the lil' say he knockin' ya off
All independent, I'm feelin' like dope
It cost to get rich, I'ma pay what it cost

She's like the top of a fool with that head, I got lint on my pants, bitch, she suckin' it off
I'm in the trap, usin' the scale all day for real
Cause I'm tryna get rich, just like Nick
Cause I'm tryna save the hood, go get all the guys out to meet

Christian Dior, my T in the mirror, my jeans, I still 23 on my key
Christian Dior, double C, double C
Yeah, I put Chanel on my bitch
This ain't no new double L, this a new wide body

The roof still came with the stars
You know, when I roll up, I put me some Pluto
I'm movin' on higher than Mars
I'm feelin' romantic, I'm flexin' hard

You can read from my neck, I'ma send you to God
My momma told me, are you lit by that gun
Damn, that's just the way you gon' die
I don't give no f*ck, still clutchin' my 5

I'm runnin' it up, cause I need a life
I go and work me a 9 to 5, before I go broke and stir me a pipe
Hop out the Benz, I hop in the truck, cause I need a driver
Bitch, I need a driver

I done smoked too much, still too much lean, and I can't drive
You know I can't drive
I ain't tryna sound mean, but servin' these fiends, how I'ma get rich
I ain't tryna be cocky or nothin', but I ain't even tryna f*ck that lil' bitty bitch

This ain't no 4, that ain't no 9, that new FN up on my hill
Like, I need 5, 7 for these, and I put blues inside my clip
I can't be seen with her in state, so I might take her on a trip
That nigga Moshe had ran out, ain't got no scales, and he ain't lit

No, we so sick, like Taliban
Play with that clan, and we gon' get him
I probably ride, still gon' put those backers in, and I forget whatever happened yesterday
Look at these niggas like D-Wade, cause all they did was fade away

Still puttin' money in the state, cause it gon' be a rainy day
Keep sippin' water, keep sippin' water, cause that gon' take the pain away
Left my hand on my dog, and I couldn't say bye
We did talk yesterday

Check out the tire, I might go cardio on my wife
I'll get tired of inside teeth, and it go to the rack, so I cop me a drum
My niggas in the showdown, tellin' I'm bad, cause 12 keep shakin' the spot
No BB, yeah, that's a whole lotta air

Well, no, we niggas give a whole lotta talk
Well, no, we niggas give a whole lotta talk
My neck like a sink, this shit water fall
I pay lil' bro for a hit, all the lil' shit, he knockin' ya out

I'm independent, I'm feelin' like dope
It cost to get rich, I'ma pay what it cost
She's like the top of a fool with that head
I got lint on my pants, bitch, she suckin' it off

She doin' the dance, pray I don't crash in the car
Learned I'm goin' too fast, cause all I had
Been rollin' on wood back to back, and them tens got me on my ass
Know that you clean, I'ma still use her out

Cause I know that you here for the money
Say you want a kid, I ain't goin' for that
I'ma just f*ck you for the night
Bitch, how do we leave

You know it's a route
I'ma just f*ck you for the night

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