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away and just leave you huh
I don't like being teased baby I admit I'm a little bit greedy huh
I want my haters to see me on TV with a wet bitch like

in your door with four fours and leave you on the floor
Forty in your waist but in reality you never armed

Oftentimes I see our niggas covered by they

on a daily o
Sister no fit fuck with any brother wey dey hungry o
She say don't play with my money o
If I give you chop, make you no talk my p for radio
She no

Once the police come man Ima be out here da quickest
Money over anything man it's a sickness
Yea I want to be with you cuz damn girl you da thickest

consistent, yeah
I'm going through Hell just to get to you again
I make millions by myself, but I need you to win
Money couldn't buy real love, real friends

We get money, and we fuck bitches
We fuck bitches, and we get money
But we don't never hate

I can keep a secret with Vicky
Have a Minaj with Nicki

it out (share it out), with my friends and the crowd 
Make so much money right now (right now), you think I’m a dummy, 
I’m not (I'm not)
I’m just

it out (share it out),
With my friends and the crowd
Make so much money right now (right now),
You think I'm a dummy,
I'm not (I'm not)
I'm just

talent here wasn't depicted by cynical cliques
Who be thinking their friends are the shit

I wish I spent fucking time with ya
We could
I never spent

dodo Loyalty is hard to come by
When they money start to stack it seem like your Niggas don't know how to act
Fuck it part ways hop in the new Benz

By any means, I'ma get it, bitch, fuck a test
I'm coming for the throne, big dawg, fuck the rest

And when I'm turnt, I say, fuck you, with my chest

hot
Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
No need to be greedy I got mad friends with

tapas for shottas, I got the fumes for the shooters
I drop pounds with the sounds, I raise Hell with the Ruger
Get Money
No new friends
Hanging with my

won't take it back
I'm on the block with the killers and holdin' my own, of course (yeah, check, check)
I seen my mom and dad separate, ain't talkin'

walk

Don’t fuck with me

Bitch what you thought it was

Don’t talk, don’t breathe

When I walk by

Don’t fuck with me

I won’t say no names

But I’ll

I’m stronger than Thor

Kitchen is messy, we playing football (Uh, uh, uh)

Dollars and dollars every time you came

Why you not friends with me, you

hindered with you you my mans
We hit a lick and split the ends that make us friends
We zip that boy and don't say shit that's how it is
I can't see no nigga

to fame on layaway
But stay posted up like Drizzy Drake
I ain't with that soft shit ain't fruity I'm just bitter
How are all these trash eating artist

friends say "bring your friends too"
By now we know she, runs off no sleep
Loaded, walk up in the spot
Now what's the move?
Said that we would stay an hour,

champion darling 

I Get faded

Know you hear the money call

Yeh

We live by get rich or die 

For them pesos 

Don't believe come and see 

Caskets 6 deep

gone by sun down
I was hot but ducked the cops somehow 
Cookin up a quarter chick aint talking kung pow
These niggas sharp with the capping kung lou 
Its

on a nigga
we aint use to fuck
unless he made at least 6 figures
bad lil thick thick
and i got my bitches with me
bout to pull a drive by
u know im rollin'

Grip nigga we want smoke
Glock with the switch hit da block reload
Call up City got Supa in the 4
Trappin them bags at Cuzo store
12 ride by keep ya eye

Bitch I look like money
I been counting up these hundreds
I'm a big old soul survivor
I had came up at that dungeon
I was punching on my opps
At 12