Facts
Tweezy
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I get the money I flip it Niggas they mad they Diss it I told my niggas let's spin it Them fast cars we stick it I don't really brag about bitches I brag about money and riches You had your shot and you missed it I beat it up and you kissed it I told my niggas don't worry don't fidget We see them we blowing it instant The police be tripping they be in my business I see them I'm keeping my distance I do not wish for the money or fame, a nigga just speaks to existence If I do not get you then Brodie will get you, I'm calling that team assistance We do not fight we clash SRTs go crazy, speed through hoods like flash Big racks no lil bills, I fell in love with the cash If they say they with fire, f*ck it you know I'm the match We are not stingy with hoes, if I smash, bro going to smash Whole team like future and Drizzly, we did the digital dash Don't f*ck with the vibes you feel me, I don't know how to react You sliding in with Bentleys, we just going to slide in with cats Yeah nigga you do the math I need them Suvs with them tinted windows Black on black Not going back and forth with bitches This ain't no back to back If I get the money and bro get the money We calling it racks on racks It's bros over hoes that's fact Money over hoes that's facts Loyal to all of my niggas if I call you bro that's facts I don't need friends I mean it, I just need Bruddas that's facts I'm off the Henny the Yak, I don't even know how to act Slide in with fours on fours Gang and them doing them tours If they find out where you be staying Trust me they come at your door I only love two women, this money and my mama I adore I fell in love with the paper, you fell in love with a whore I'm going hard again This feeling I can't explain All of that f*ck shit We do not entertain We are not inhumane Yeah we do feel the pain You say you need my chain Girl I just need your brain Don't be a witness Just mind your business She come with thickness And I come with fitness You move with that slickness I don't do forgiveness You niggas don't know this But trust me we notice We might just slide in with poles Headshot leave them on froze We get the money and flip it Then we go do up a toast I go beyond for the realest Them niggas be doing most You hang with opps you switching Trust me we are not one of those The Bentley is white like Tommy I just pulled up in a ghost Don't know why my haters be mad Why all them Niggas provoked I heard they plotting on me Damn murder she wrote She just be running her mouth What do be wrong with these hoes It's Bros over hoes that's fact Money over hoes that's facts Loyal to all of my Niggas if I call you bro that's facts I don't need friends I mean it, I just need Bruddas that's facts I'm off the Henny the Yak, I don't even know how to act
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