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Mind in a rut, loving the money, it's making me blush
Got a paper crush, but hate paper cuts
But being broke shit made me a 'lil tough
Brand new bills, I

Pray by the bank
At the atm, cashing out
I'm counting all my blessings
I can't stop flexing
Now we rolling in a different class
Section private
Pardon me

eatin
Yea extra toppins
Bang my line she want me to drop in 
Cute lil bitch had to fuck from the front 
Grab a hand full of hair cuz she ain’t no punk

bumping me in Germany 
A lil' milli milestone on summer league
A small feat but you know it mean a lot to me
I stay locked in tighter than submarine 
My

the bluff
With the camera in my face
And I ain't never tie a shoe nigga tuck the lace
Ain't fucking wit Wayne since he fucking wit trump
I guess that nigga

lil n***a went and caught it, yeah
Bitch I’m the wave creator, money chaser, I walk in the bank and deposit, yeah
Lost the Rollie in the pot, I bought

see you out I take ya jewelry nigga
I mean ya old heads
Leave yo ass with no laughs
You hanging on by no thread
Them Vernon Road niggas broke in

the Wockhardt so dark
Look like Henny
I bought lil bro a Trackhawk
With the hemi
I'm dripping in Fendi so I got my semi
Two team parlay
The Warriors and Philly

in whip and they slap on my shit cos they backing my shit
By now act know my sv6 my too loud for these streets

Bitch I am a booter
I'm having these racks like Bruce Wayne
Took the hoe outta the Hooters
My tech gotta cooler
Lil boy just stay in your lane

name
450 up in the bank
Saving it for a rainy day
Fuck your lil’ couture cuz it pour when it rain, aye
I’m more for the change
You a whore for the fame

the ice, yeah, I'm whippin'

Stackin' my money, I'm countin' this paper (woo)
You fuck with me, .223 bullet in chamber (yeah, yeah)
I promise you, leave

With my woes
Big ol bank rolls
Keep it 1000
I get money with my woes
That's no rap cap when we pop out
It’s always big ol' bank rolls
Ever since I

I got munchies
Seein' the money it's helping me strive
(I'm living my alive)
She not comin home if she hop in this ride
Look at the diamonds they

Yaaaah, yah
Yuh
Wha
Yeah I’m dripped out
Yeah I’m looking very fancy
Pop out in the fabric lil nigga
Get ya weight up
Niggas wanna doubt me but
I'm

(look, uh)
He skipped a few counties, that nigga hidin', he went MIA (pussy)
The coupe got no ceiling just like Lil Wayne, but we roll with Drakes
Every

can't stay in one place nigga I gotta get paid
They gon say they with you but they fake
They gon say they with you but they ain't nah damn
Ima get my bank

Screwed Up

Trae

Houston Ain't No Problem

2008

Target practice baby. Only thing is I'm not the shooter, I'm the bullet, BIAATCH!!!
G'd up from the feet up.
A-be-see D-E-F

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm

bae I'ma slide
She ate the beef and waited
For the hot mayo inside
My cock get dry she stop by, can't go inside
'Cause my other chick in the
Crib

Shawty she always be on me, she liking this money, I'm chasing the thousands
Shawty she like the new fit, I'm walking in drip, this money I'm

to worst in the court of action
Yeah first thing first, you can't trust anybody
Nobody when the road's getting foggy (that's right)
Just living by the code

Rocking stages everywhere to go and sing
Swimming in money we boutta bring
And I just about had it with the arguing
The crown is fit for one king
Tell you

the whip while I was getting sloppy brain (brain)
Moving in silence like lasagne, shout out Lil Wayne (6 foot)
This will set yo house on fire, this is not

Nigga I don’t give fucks
I was born a villain
But I’m getting to this money so fuck yo opinion
Got the nine by side collecting my interests
Ima run