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so fed up
I see my views ain't been matching my fund
They keep saying that my time a come
My homies called said he back on the run
No love in my city

rush

We just gon' sit back and count this cash
And run up more funds
We get matching chains and they gon' flash
They gon' see both of us

We won't give

shit it's never enough
I eat it I beat it we nut and we blunt
Linking one time and been fucking for months
She hold it down so I'm upping her funds
She

Monogrammed handbags and matching Prada shoes
They've got their autographed snapbacks and daddy's new BMW
They've got their personal trainers, sky's

Go go go go go funds out
You's a bad little jawn love your angles
Told me you don't f*** wit n*** what's ya angle
Got me hooked from your look

Go go go go go  funds out
You's a bad little jawn love your angles
Told me you don't fuck wit niggaz what's ya angle
Got me hooked from your look

New machine gas scooter
Came from china Foreign
Yellow sport motor bike
Matching helmet rollin
From the caves thumbs up
High scene view from ocean

the drip I don't practice it (Nah)
Zubbi on me only dank in it (Crow)
When I deliver no matching it
My bro he deliver no stamps on it (None)
Flipping

working
You just gotta get your mind right
You just gotta pack the funds tight
Cut the excess right up out your life
Pray ya come back some time
All things

New Year new me, new shit got gas in this bitch,
Double Entendres Im matching and shit,
Nah I ain't matching or passing my shit on the top floor

Yeah we go 2 up 1 down
Pass it I'm a walking touchdown
Look I don't give fuck now
Run me my funds now
For your ass gets run down

You know my car
You

run like Forrest Gump
Great minds think alike me and Tate copped the matching pumps
Bout that cash
In them rubberbands
Play and you get slumped
Drums

tell her strike a pose
Bought the set i love it when the nails matching wit the toes bitch
She a easy lick jus wanna lay wit a rapper a trapper
Nigga I

tuck, lip tuck
These bitches is done
I ain't fuck with their fun
They ain't touching my funds
They can steal my love
Tummy tuck, lip tuck
Tummy tuck, lip

he wan make funds
I told that little nigga go cunch then
And I ain’t in to the fronting
Had to do mans face like pumpkin
OT trips getting funds in
I

monogamy
The blind are always led into disarray
Might as well go ahead and just spit some game
Too many people got matching shoes
But got no matching faith

matching the tech 
With the fur tech fleece don't test me
Matching the two tone 
Moose knucks, Two tone cobra Giuseppe's 
Take on the crew phone 2 Zones no

games, minimum wage, got involved in real estate

You know, prices went up, aggressive growth fund
Going to be rich someday, commands a day, go pray

No cash and I'm still popping tags
If I want it then I cop it and I cop the matching bag
Whiplash turning heads so fast
When I walk through the scene

matching
I ain't high enough bring the pack in
Midas touch bring the racks in
If it's late
Set a trap then
No mistake
Blow his back in
I ain't losing
Catch

I've been thinking all my life
About this wild dream of mine
Where we wake up in a diamond studded room
Where our funds are infinite
Everyone thinks

gone love it here)
Silk sheets with the matching pillows
And the ocean right outside of the window
(Yeah you gone love it here)
And Imma show you what

Yo
Who's that girl in the Louis V set
She be matching my swag
Got the ice on my neck
Dripped down from my head to my toes
Just to flex
Girl you look

my faith in the one
I'm counting money that's funds I do this shit yeah for fun
I do this shit fr you do this shit for practice
I'm sending all this