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Jackson all my bitches the baddest
Designer she having it's fashion
Money counter when I bust out the backend
I thumb thru the money the fastest
Cashier get

I found out i love
Stack my money
Like a tower
Murakami
Give her flowers
Strap on me
No need for bouncer
So much money
Need a counter dam

We back

She choosing
So there won't be a delay
For me to get up in them draws
Then drive off
I reinvest in what I sell
Like a boss
It's my craft
Why my jaw

Street Dreams II

Logic

YSIV

2018

in cash and she's gonna survive"
Look at the clock, pitch black, it's 11:05
Hung up the phone you know I put that shit in Hyper-drive
Then I call my

inertia like many persons
Oh here come inertia
Oh no not this time
Whiplash no belts tied
God what's holding me back

Took a second bite of the forbidden

nigga
Yayo comin' out my pores, nigga
You should see me and them stars, nigga
Rich niggas don't test drive
And double M, that be the best ha (Maybach

You get over me
You get over me
You get over me
You, you

Babygirl I done been over myself (out of myself)
Over the counter and under the shelf

your music on the run
Fun to drink a fifth of vodka and drive just strive to stay alive
When I sky dive into your house cannonballing through your

down to drive, yeah 
She that type 
Yeah you know she super fly 
She the queen that's always down to ride, yeah 
I'm that guy 
Yeah you know I'm super

eyewear on her
Loathe anytime I leave her

E'erythin' can change with a snap
I'm prepared for anythin' like I took a nap
Only have so much drive, I feel

""please drive sober! Speed limit check! Seat belt check! They change lanes, I didn't break a sweat! A brick of boy and 2 bricks of girl! A pretty Taurus 40

drive, I'm auto matic
Ain't listenin' to demos
Especially not 'cratics
These niggas panic like we at the disco
I got a simple plan for you
We should rage

Skrrr Skrrr
Skrrr Skrrr
Jay Productions
I'm screaming we made it
Even though we ain't made it Yet
Trust me fam just patience
Soon six zeros

with benefits
She throw a fit she don't get the dick
She hop on it reverse do the split
We count the dough check for counter fits
Working so hard to be

creep & give you shots out the window,Drive thru liquor stores
Lone wolf paw prints on the moon
Don't make a ass of yaself but haters deserve to get

a problem nigga let me know
She wanna ride it ride banana boat
I am a robber gimme all the dough
Feel like orion think I need a belt
She told me smack on her

like damn I need some help
I’m gonna beat it up baby I ain’t got no belt
She screaming fuck I killed The pussy we ain’t go to hell
I put her face in