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Copper in ma gun but it's nuen like two pence

Wavey yout might buss a lil two step

Way too fly, you know I'm coming like two jets

Phone just blinged ye

they were all haters
Instead of chasing a bitch, I'm elevating, but for that money, we all chasers
Smoking Exotic, yeah, we having flavors, shit, whole

blowing no Os
Getting bands, I blow it on clothes
I'm smoking exotic, lil' bitch, this that potent
.223 blow him and leave that boy open
Flexing that money

I'm not the obvious target, but they wanna slime me regardless
I'm tryna find a lil' silence
I want them dollars, I promise
I'm out for way more than

the feeling, i wanna be out with my hoe
Put yo clothes on, after i fuck, it's time to go
Get that money by any means, that's all i know
I ain't worried bout no

ain't got it, you just balling by association
Ay, I'ma hop out this foreign and hop in your bitch
You gon' think this big 30 gay, it came with a switch

you down wit us
Money devil, stack these vices level
Then I count it up
Haters powerless, they see me
Then they get that power lust
Girl your body ain't

got me hot like a jet All I had to do was touch her and the pussy got wet

Bitch, bitch, I'ma die by her spit Style out the way, I don't beef

niggas
Told em by a Glock and then I robbed him, that's a plot twister
You silly then ah fuck you tryna beef about these thot bitches
Then it's niggas

the mail that's a hundred dollar play
Just took a picture of my meal that's a hundred dollar plate
We getting spotted up by 12 go to the alley switch

what I see, cause I'ma do it by myself
When that picture come together, that's when they wanna come help
They ain't take it out, I'm deep up in that shit

respect money, I respect real, so we ain't equal

Losing one of your closest guys, that shit'll bruise your ego
Like it's a eye for an eye, but they believe

the shit
I'm really a hooper, lil baby come google me
Big smile, young as fuck but I got the tool on me

Talk just enough, they think they make a fool of me

the cash

Bitch I got the all black with the mask
Give a stack to my papa, he Jim Carrey laugh
Ma got the LV engraved in her bag
For times when she'd think I

The only person by his side was his little brother Tito
He told him when we make it big, I'ma buy her mama Pink coat
He showed his brother how to trap and he

Ramsey, I'ma get hot in the booth when I'm cooking it's just like the kitchen
When they nodding they head to my shit I don't ask 'em no questions I know

lil' bitch keep on fuckin' joe-ing me
Cause I been goin' so fuckin' hard, yeah, I know they see
Want that Audemar, my wrist, that shit like 12 degrees

lice
If ever die, I'ma go flyin' high
But na I don't plan on dyin' right now
My loved ones can't cry right now
I'm free and I'm gettin' money
So how can

you can feel it, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Been through this shit all by myself, so you don't know shit about the pain I feel
Lost so many people, you don't

on some more shit
Walk shit down, in and out the booth, I'm on some gold shit
They keep telling me that I'm the one, like I don't know this

Lil' hoe, she

Don't care about your body
I just want your jaws
If she a freak you know I'm gone pass to my dawg
On Gang
I'ma just fuck the lil hoe and get out of there

There's a door by the exit Yeah, you know K-Diamonds still get it
Big money, no limit, bank on top and that's period
K-K-K-K-Diamonds, K-K-K-K-Diamonds

and out the matrix
I don't got no money yet, but one day, I'ma bank it
Wake up, I'm not wasting time, the feeling is amazing
I can tell you hatin' on me,

a grown man
Bitch I'm standing ten toes, wherever I fucking stand
Aye lil bitch it's Peso, I come from that fucking land
Move wrong up in this shit, I'ma