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Money on my mind I gotta get to the paper Man I see a tunnel vision I can Care bout a
Hater How you judging nigga off Another nigga persona
You don't

lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass

John wall
Standing 10 toes
You know I won’t fall
Got it from the mud
Did it all on my own
Lil bitch
You better watch
On your tone
Don’t hit up my phone

things for years, give me one swing 
And it's out of here, crack! 
Over the fence ladies and gents 
Keeping rappers impressed but depressed by my current

you walkin')
She be on her quick shit not with the drama (With the drama)
Got me by the belt now bad lil' mama (Lil mama)
Took me to the bedroom she got

turned to new opps
Boy you better watch out it's like on Doo Wop
I was really tryna cool out
With knives in my back, least the ones that i knew 'bout
You

as mine 
Move how you want 
Do what you can 
But just don't fuck with mine 
Ain't have to pass Noo driver course 
To learn to read the signs 
My watch was

feet underground pushing daisies
Watch my mind grow
(Yuh)
On my shit til im balling like i'm bezos
Popping blue molly
Steady rockin off them benzos
Bad

bitch Gun in my hand
Yeah lil broke boy, still no bands
Ooh, I'm my own biggest fan
Got that shitty tan
Run around like a raccoon
Staying up and watch

My shoes tired, tryna run up the band
No Chris Tucker, no Charlie Sheen
I'm all about that money talk
I'ma do my thing, I'ma do my thing

Talk about

a happy lil puppet in them Chains
Yea you lookin goofy lookin goofy For the fame
On my momma never sell my soul For a chain
On my momma ain’t ever gone sell

like I'm Uzi Vert
She took my soul, that's my lil demon
Moving like Chilli the way that she creepin'
I'm on the edge like I play defense
Put it together

to the destination
I want a Beamer black and a Bentley blue
A lil coupe joint for my mama too
See me with some hundreds and say nothing new
A lil bad joint it ain't

Fuck that lil bitch she ain't talking about shit
Shut the fuck up when I'm popping my shit
Run with some gits that be walking down shit
392 bitch we

on repeat
Cruising down 95, young Nipseno
Rose clicquot, Crenshaw Goat
Rapper CEO, taught me how to never fold
Watch out for my Ego
Marshawn the opposition

pulling up wherever you at
Be my peace Bae overly restricted over nothing I need peace bae
You make everybody take a seat you a Queen Bae
I be chillin

ima take something from yo partner, 
Right or wrong I'm sliding out for the guys you don't like bro you a oppa, 
Niggas watch my moves then try to go do

roam like a phone in the unknown zone
And we condone a tone a money hoes and clothes
And my record sell like a boat load
Fam you couldn't fill my shoes

unborn kids
Lil homie a rat
Nigga got jammed now he talking and
Running off his mouth and shit
Got sumn for that
Niggas know I got that with me
Let my

out the vault
We locking shit down
It ain't ever safe
Whenever we coming through
I'd advise you to watch what you do
Say a lil less more work coming

at Walmart to shopping at Macy's
Couldn't walk a mile in my shoes with the right pair of laces
This is God's graces this is God's graces
Went from a pocket

bussin wit the ice come thru the door they thought the air was on
Ha what else you lil bitch nigga
Stalkin on my page it got me lookin at his bitch

trickin'
Ho, tie your shoes, lil' bitch, you trippin'
Don't get me wrong, I can show you how to get it
Show you how to stack it, show you how to flip it

Just watch me fade away fade away 
Lil baby watch me fade away fade away fade awaaaay

Joint lit talkin shyt
Sippin soothes the soul w the flute to my