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name but you can call me Kinfolk
If it's your first time herein' it, man, this is what you're in for

A laid back flow with a whole lotta' swag
A lot

got that off the bows
Chef Boyardee, the way I play with The stove 100 million plus street Nigga goals
By the way that I'm ballin', I'm on my Way

picture
Could tell by ya frame u ain’t get any bigga
Fancy taste with crackhead money uh
Og’s said get ya god damn money uh
Keep it 100 if u got something

know what they gone Say
Fifty six hundred dollar bags
Try make your big homie mad
My bitch from tropic-an
They aint gone believe they seen Me like

the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones

Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm

Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones

Choppa

heart
And my mind traumatized
By the fact that I'm chasing the bag
Mama been crying
My grades just been low
And I told her
I'm just tryna study 

thinking Hatchbacks
Yo, bitch, she eating my pudding, snack pack
Clap at the bros and you know we gon' clap back

Lil bitch, I'm chasing riches by the day

the industry and 21, it’s a mistery
For me - no problem, get it done
We little tired, anyway will be number one
You gonna lurk
Man, i still put in work
Let it

the hundreds and

bag it up I might fuck on your bitch, make her bag it up
N***a start trippin', I'll bag him up
Big, bag, blow it, throw it I'm the one and they

off in a Charger, pull off in a Wraith
These niggas mad I can tell by they face
All a nigga ever needed was faith
Shorty told me all she needed was me

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

you'll go home or you won't go
Hundred deep at Junior Jam
Country show ain't new to man
157 going People's Day
Have you flying off the bus like

lotta hundreds tucked them way down In my bag 
Left home early so this flight could hit the land 
Never coming dirty they just don't know who I am 
I

button, 'cause, this ain't the same number

So many hearts care man
So many thoughts again and again
So many years gone by
So many friends is in

Owe me a bag and I'm coming to get it
Catch another flight and I change the aesthetic
You know I'm the man, I'll show you 'round my city
Gas 93, now

mother fucking city
No more hundreds, I blow fifties
Man you think you’re fucking witty but your girl is fucking with me
And you think you’re coming with

to pray god damn

A hundred fifths
Can't land another fist
Instant recover shit
Reflecting like this shit hot sand (Damn!)

Rubble lift
Like they doubled

I see Lil shawty in her bag like Melo
Walk by the bitch I don't even say hello
The wrist comes first new ice is embezzled
The way that thing move man

LAF The mob cross the squad you meet God Nigga 
Uh, 

Man what they talking’ bout? These niggas ain’t said shit
And I know we what they talkin’ ‘bout

break bread
With my kin, bitch, i got rich off Barbie
(Huh?)
Gucci her bag, my bitch full of class
Her purse ain't made by Tardy (Trap)
I got dog food, I

Big on big
I count up 1 then I count up 10
100 more man I swear gotta get it in
Pockets thick like they takin' apetamin
If you talkin' that talk then

turkey bags of gas
I've been rocking Fendi, counting all this cash
I been bussing Cubans, I been getting to the bag
Brick by brick I built this shit from

fucking the breezy, bobbing or weaving
And I promise baby mama by the morning you leaving
You see, everything I do hot, so you can call him Percy
Full

out hundreds
Ladies gotta love it! 

Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like

tryna make bags on ma knees I pray
Deaf to your talks with my beats by Dre
Where the money dey man go dey
It got me feeling like Dangote
I be tryna make