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dat
That's you and you ain't having it
Who dat, who dat
Stop asking who dat, who dat
When you see me walking by, don't shout for I
I'm not a young

or "No, babe"
But esta noche,
I'll go to sleep all by my lonely
And homie, that won't be any fun
But better than the way she text me like I'm anyone (Yuh)

breaking on my energy
By changing my stop I can't change the elevator
I'm just gone wait and I climb to the top of the elevator thinking I'm charting myself

everybody I'm looking vakurowa
Ne pressure
When I'm up in ChiTown
Yeah the know Mabhachi
I know you a fan I can tell
By that caption
Only came for the cash

on yo' ass
And took yo’ cash (Bah bah bah)
I was thirteen when I ran up in yo’ trap
Took what I could grab
I was twelve when I ran
Up with my first stick,

cash back
Give me a heart attack feel it pumping in my rack
Coke like a fast track speeding in a hatch back 
Howling like a wolf pack your dreams in your

me winning
Shot him like FAHH that homie a lick
Walk out with the cash I am so rich
Iced out my neck come take a pic
All on the gram swearing I’m lit

the cash cause it passes by
Like a life of LAB
Or a lap of the fastest five
Quick dash when I crash the ride
Never will I cab with a nigga who ain't ever

do it for the crew
Diego made the beat
Shawn helped too
Cash my right hand
We got the master plan
World domination
Pinky was the man
This coupe life is

split 
I got no fucking kids yet 

So my family proud of me 
Trying to build my legacy 
Brick by brick 
But Im still in a lil ass shaq, on me
But I'm

speak boss little nigga that's my only lingo
And these bitch niggas mad
'Cause these hoes always gone fuck for the cash
That's why I nut then I dash
And I

through
I’m sick and tired of people telling me what I can’t do
I can’t lose, yeah, I’m always in my bag
Gotta make the cash until I can spend riches

tryna balance this
Life without losing my shit
Whole life been consumed by this dick
My bitch always coming through with a limp
Cuz I give her good dick

I got some checks that I ain't even cash yet
They used to call me 'Bubbles' cos I used to pop shit
Got hella praise and I don't even gotta drop shit

up Audi truck
Dammit I had enough
That Jigga give me stamina
Fuck PETA coat by animal
I'm shitty like a enema
Capping you pretending huh
I just made

(Ayye)
Feel like J Cole with a Dollar and a Dream (Yupp)
Wu-tang student, I've always seen that CREAM (CREAM)
Cash makes the world go 'round, I want

yea you know, I go by Laid Back Macaroni
They're so phony, ain't that funny a few just cloned me
But they got that old me
They fuck with a nigga like me

a grace like living life one hash at a time
And truly escape by brewing a page that's acting a lie
I know baggies and grams that had me on that avenue lit

to feed, my girl and me in need of a great sum of cash
You spend it on Louie V, for ya ass
BBL's is you rappers, all of ya ass
I'm tryna stay on task
But I'm

a bank account
We are the ones that they talk about if it ain't cash what you talking about
Fuck up a bag never running out I'mma just stack while they run

Biggup všem těm zmrdům, co vyráběj cash flow
Všem, co tvrdě dřou se systémem se rvou
Maj svý zásady, dodržujou jak dresscode
A když se někdo vyptává, nic

never fold
Be a man of yo word
Stack bread, stay humble you gone get by
It's weighing on my brain
Man this shit it got me stressing
Roll a blunt and then

doing no reaching
Cash out Wednesday for no reason
Moving dolo no one in my four seater
Like WOAH
Now she see me pour it up
Henny in the cup
Lil baby

popped
Grandmothers getting killed
Yeah the shit done changed
You niggas aint squad
Fuckers aint plugged with the mob
Don't get cosigned by OG's
Know y'all