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pick up the phone
I'm just sitting by myself in Vegas smoking writing this song
I be thinking bout lil David
All my prayers go up to god
That we made it

If you ain't gettin' guala, nigga shut the fuck up
If you ain't bout a dollar, then nigga shut the fuck up
We don't care to hear your problems, so

They say they with you but the not they just snakes in disguise portray a image lie on captions the way they get by they talk bout pain dont know

Gon have a house in the hills, Calabasas
All bout my future, don't care bout the past tense
Why you so worried bout assets
The money gon be long lasting

shoulda sucked your daddy off
Probably shoulda spit you out, instead she went and pushed you out
She brought you in this world, but Im bout to take you out.

Propellor spin
Angel sin
If you ain’t kin, tuck you in like a hairpin
You think I rap like Iggy?
You roll up in a benzi ?
You think Im green with envy?
Im

back and we on, and ain’t no need for riding safe we hit eject and we gone
Ain’t nobody that can show you how to do it, but I can show you how to move it

frauds. 
It set me up to win so applause go to God.
I ain’t worried bout a Patek. I ain’t worried bout a Rollie. 
I’m worried bout my freedom, I can’t let

bout to pull over
You just gonna pass
Getting choked by the hands on the clock
You know that you going
Cause the hands never stop
And I think I got time

Wrist make you sneeze
Negative degrees sick like you havin the flu
Gotta push get it through
Worry bout money they ain't worried bout you
Big Ol load need

we got life
That's the truth buts that's a lie
I don't know how I'm feeling 'bout this girl
Don't catch my mind
You would just blew me and abuse me

I met this girl today
And she got me feeling some type of way
She say it's all ok
But I'm worried that my heart get played
I'm tryna ride wit you die

cap cause niggas squeal yea it's rap but keep it real

All Of That Cap Like You Really Bout That But You Pussy
Aint A Killer I Pray He Dont Push Me
If

the gang got niggas tryna flex
We the gang got bitches tryna sex
I ain't really worried 'bout a bitch, big bro told me worry 'bout a check
Disrespect then

the money team
We got 40s on our waist, 30s in them things
I'ma let this hammer blow, bitch, I ain't worried 'bout a thing
I got all the shells on me,

poppin like champagne and krystal
They know that we bout it not worried bout talking
Not worried bout barking we big dogs
We kick it like Fifa please don’t

ain't worried bout that opp cuz they won't do nun 
We gon get right to the money ain't no worry 
We gon set it to the mf base 

You steady talking shit

(Marcus on his way, boy!)
(Damn, Jay, you made this?)

Dark nights, hoping on the other side, we see light
The pain start to get giant, ain't no Paul

it
Now I can buy the whole store remember, shoppin' on a budget
If you ain't talkin' bout no bands, then end of discussion
Bitch, we headin'

ain't worried bout it baby along as I kno that I got you

Loyalty is priceless
When I first seened you it was love at first sight shit
You make me smile

ain't gang, we ain't got no amends
You ain't gang, we ain't got no amends
Thinkin' bout you while I'm chillin' alone and I'm sparkin' up blunts
Fuck all

Another route
Got a call
While I was gone
12 kicked in da trap
They ain’t find shit
Started Cutting up
The couch
I ain’t worried bout it nigga
It ain’t my

some bitches, niggas ain't never worry bout no money
Worried bout some pussy fuckin', need to be worried bout that nigga
That punched you in your shit

this

cin't worried bout what you think, I'm headed to the back while screaming
(Repeat)

(Verse 1)

Fuck the world

Got another condom just so I can