GONE FISHING

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(Rich 100, show em how you do it)
Yea, I just spent 500 and same change on cashmere sweaters
Ima always go and get this cash, I made my own amendment
Opportunities comin’ my way I gotta go and get it
Brody shut his trap down, left a sign and said he gone fishin’ 
Nigga I went and cashed a foreign car ‘cause I’m to young for spinners
Brody shoot the wood off the Draco, he damn near caught a splinter 
Nigga I wake up eat W’s, but not like Jameis Winston
Stop me in the mall, I gotta pose my fans wanna take a picture 
When I build my crib, I’m like f*ck wine I need a drank cellar
Man I don’t know shit ‘bout them other guys ‘cause I’m not Will Ferrell
This white bitch with me wanna pop a G6, just like she Katy Perry
Yo gang the brokest niggas in the Untited States, I had to stay from near em
I’m scammin’ hard, I got a couple pieces I’m waitin’ on the mail
I can buy slot but I’ll prefer to buy the drugs on hand
Saint Michael’s on me H-E double hockey sticks, boy go to hell
I need to make some new money, my other money be turning’ stale
Yea I got- yea
I got lean comin’ in so fast, I’m like f*ck a deal
You know D so icy, he’ll f*ck yo wife and go f*ck up yo marriage
Go on Google, search my coordinates I’m in the Caribbean
Ion know where I’d be if I ain’t reach out and meet the right man
Hell naw Ion know ‘bout cuttin’ bricks, better call Jackie Chan
The feds was sick as hell, they hit the crib but they ain’t leave with shit
Yes Ima load the cash on a PayPal, on Zelle my name attached
My niggas wanna catch a hat, spinnin’ in a striker track
I’m on Tele’ make a secret chat, and I might go and hit you back
Mikey went and bought the rose gold anniversary like Obama back
We in a big ass crib, and all these foreign cars in my culdesac
Had to take a break from this rap shit, it’s f*ck rap get racks
762’s size of chapstick, nigga don’t get chap
I be runnin’ bags like Derick Henry when I’m in the Nash
Eyes already poppin’ out her socket, she ain’t even see my stash
I’m in full effect, niggas pets just like Damon Dash
Not no crystal meth, bro got checks and they really glass
Niggas out here tryna’ find they love, like the Great Gasby
Bro showed me 200 in sticky blues when he FaceTimed me
Nigga f*ck is you talkin’ bout nigga
Ye all that fake ass shit man, that shit not- that shit not going on no more naw
Know what it is nigga

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