Can't Get a Thanks

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Uh, uh, uh huh, uh huh,
Uh, uh, uh, uh what's poppin
Won't question my shooter, I know that he poppin
Stick on my side like I pulled up wit Robbin

Tryna reach for my chain, I'm like, boy, who you robbin'
Bobbin' and weavin', I'm dodgin
Pass it to brody, I steady me lobbing
Catch you at your job and shoot you while you stockin

On my way to the top, ain't got time to be stoppin
Oh, you really bought it? Uh-huh
Show me you bought it
Niggas is hatin', I'm doubtin

Where the f*ck is you goin'? I gotta reroute it
Bitch left in the past, she doubtin
Where the f*ck is my drake at'? Don't worry, I found it
Uh, outfit cost a rack, you can count it

I was lookin' for shooters, outside I was scoutin
Bitches with they birthday makeup, they be clownin
Like the other night, I'm tryna get lit again
Fuckin' a bad bitch, she said she from Michigan

Better watch out for Brody, cause he steady fidgetin
I'm the man of the house, so I bring all the digits in
Steady shootin' my shot, hopefully I won't miss again
Had to put down a wocky, I feel like it's kickin

I can add up the digits, but don't know the dividends
Tired of the bullshit, I feel like the Michelin man
Uh, Draco, in my lap
Uh, crash the Lam', get it back

Uh, sexy bitches like who that
Like the Wolverine, I'm like Hugh Jack
Uh, the people who say that they love me, they don't
I don't got support, I do this on my own

The niggas who don't support you, yeah, they hate
I gotta be strong, I'm shippin' heavy weight
I feel like I'm gettin' rich from all the hate
You keep playin' with the game, then we might up the rate

You niggas is goofy, y'all new name is Jake
Jake, Jake, Jake
Jake, Jake, Jake
All I know is get money, can't take that away

Bitch, I'm hot like a oven, come bake you a cake
You knuck if you buckin', we bustin' your face
Go get you a buck, and stop, try play it safe
Boy, I'm upping the chop if you act out of place

Beat him out his shoes when they should've been laced
Boy, don't worry about the money I got in my bank
Boy, don't worry about the shit that I got in my tank
Told a bitch it's too late to come back to a saint

All the shit that I did and I can't get a thanks uh Huh

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