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Fifty thousand with two different sticks can't even pull my jeans up
We gone slide at night all black no lights just make him think he seen some
PT Krueger he be up all night make niggas give they dreams up
Touching money since a jit I guess that shit came with my genes huh
Syrup sipper tripping got me nauseous and forgetting
Flashed her ass some money now she slobbing and she spitting
So addicted to this money if I don't touch it my palms be itching
Money stack tall I'm big boy spending
You ain't stacking at all you got lil boy chicken
Nigga said he a plug on the stand he a witness
It's always the bums that's in everybody business
Gotta like one hundred shots you gone need more than stitches
No I don't love the hoe just be lying to these bitches
Being itching to start some you best not temp me
I been throwing back eights doc said I need a kidney
If I'm ever mad bae gone pop me a titty
I went into sacks tryna blow me a hemi
Stack up the money till my hands hurt
Niggas mad at me I can't give nan verse
Bitches mad at me I ain't buy nan purse
Stay dangerous dad told me to blam first
Back in school she was bad now a days she a mess now
Up the chop bet he won't say that shit with his chest now
If you disrespect me like Malcolm you X-ed out
Just know when I'm up all the fakes getting left out
If she bad then like milk she get spoiled
40 on me try some dumb and get boiled
In love with my money she always been loyal
Drop a four in the soda it's looking like oil
Putting niggas on tees like golf balls putt putt
I got a cute bitch nice tittes and a lil butt
I bend her over like down set hut hut
Dick on the stick f*ck around you get butt fucked
We swinging shit some like tatis or babe Ruth
She said you making money I see that it changed it you
You play with my heart no restart hoe I hate you
Don't take off ya clothes just show me what ya brain do
She said they broke can't be talking bout us
Fill up the wood and I dump out the guts
Coupe automatic the f*ck is a clutch
Pushing 160 the f*ck is a rush
Grandma prayed over me said I'm hanging with heathens
Stay quiet at night I might wake up the demons
The fit cost a grip blew a bag up in neimans
You kiss her and hug her she swallowed my semen
She said we together bitch gotta be dreaming
If you see me with her just now that I'm beating
Give me the check than I'm out hoe I'm leaving
If I say I hate you my nigga I mean it
Went From paper plates to paper tags
You went out like a hoe niggas doing you bad
He sent me a verse I sent him to the trash
Off a perc I be itching like I gotta rash
Got tired of the same show I went and made me a movie
He tried to rob me you stupid goofy
She think I love her you stupid groupie
I done did bitch dirty too many times she still call on me
Know I got ya back right or wrong nigga you can fall on me
You saw the chain you wanna snatch this some you probably want
This chain might just cost ya life do you really want it no you don't
Told her come on grip on my balls like a goalie
If I'm with Blake than I'm probably smoking
Didn't come to cuddle hoe I'm tryna bone it
Then she kick rocks cause bitches be bogus
They bogus so bitches can't play me
Me and this blicky like Curry and KD
I showed her my wallet on spot this bitch ate me
Sipping purple like Vikings while shinning like AP
Fifty thousand with two different sticks can't even pull my jeans up
We gone slide at night all black no lights just make him think he seen some
PT Krueger he be up all night make niggas give they dreams up
Touching money since a jit I guess that shit came with my genes huh
Syrup sipper tripping got me nauseous and forgetting
Flashed her ass some money now she slobbing and she spitting
So addicted to this money if I don't touch it my palms be itching
Money stack tall I'm big boy spending
You ain't stacking at all you got lil boy chicken

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