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We gonna take it to the top "Get the money
That's it stick to the script" Lil Fame
Rock it how we rock

Don't get it fucked up
I ain't in it

confidential
If you try to run up on me then your body sacrificial
just a lil recommendation that I think is beneficial
And you know I been official you can tell

when flex
Imma cop me a new coupe
Take off the roof too
Ak on Bluetooth they bumpin best
Act like I'm new to it feel like a vet
Imma Zombie lil shawty

turned that hoe to a fiend
Got to go get it by whatever means
Hoe, don't talk to me
I need more space in my jeans
Rackies, they bussing the seams
Backends

ain't lavish
They grew up some bastards
Chasing cash and coochie
And it usually
Came from lack of guidance
That's why I ain't moved
By all these

Yeah, I'm coming to the studio
How long is your break
30 minutes
We're gonna have 10 by the time you get here
We'll make it quick
Said she want a quickie

Got lawyers on the payroll we aint going passed the bookins
Getting high watching life pass by you can throw Me in the jungle and i swear ill survive
Im

call it the cockpit
Then I see you in your lil designer outfit
And look at you what is that velvet nah just ostrich
You fly you even bought you a tie
I

Thought I'm satisfied with twenty bands Imma need some more
He be pump fakin', foulin' Imma get the easy throws
She be gaggin' on it but I thought she had

it the cockpit
Then I see you in your lil designer outfit
And look at you what is that velvet nah just ostrich
You fly you even bought you a tie
I

scrape scurt
Got lil purp & hella OG
Nigga look scared, can't hang around me
Gotta make money for the family tree
Bout to be a legend, by 2027
Get old go

just throw sum ropes up
Im bout to lay that smack down
Beat that from the back now
Remember how to act now
Took her to the top
And kept flying past apex

cut
They veins out, I can see they pain now
Me I throw it up to God
And let the blessings rain down
From God I was given a gift
That I ain't never

I'ma take it now
Chill out, lay back, don't make a sound
Meet up, you pussy, you flakin' now
Talkin' shit now these lil' niggas hatin' now
Talkin' shit

I could teach ya, but I would have to charge
I be running to them funds
Beat a bitch up just for fun
And if Ale by my side then it ain't no one on one

Dior ya
Ain't tucking no chain dawg, don't even reach
Shoot a video, pop up on your TV
When I drop this banger, they gon' have it on repeat
More time

shit, it fucking pays
I wanna entertain, I ain't got no other way
Everybody I grew up with took the conventional way
I told em Hell fucking no, I can't

or you gonna freeze
My horse's name Ferrari
Just throw me the keys
I don't need no whisky
I got Sprite in the bottle
Yeah that bass so thick
It make my

that)
And if I find out you got a safe
I'm kickin' your door
Throw the llama to your momma face
Where the fuck it's at, bitch?
Where the fuck it's at,

(come on over)
By the house so we can get it going
Don't act like that bitch, cause I know you hoein
Could you bring your friend, the one that both like

head and then choke
I-
Hit from the back, while I throw up that 4
Lamborghini sit low,
This not a 4-door
Popped that xanax on the road,
I'm losing

I'm sorry I can't take you out of this world but it's only cause I needed space
Don't blow up my phone, this shit lame
Just leave me alone for the day

running, throw him in the Hudson
Is you riding or dying beat him with his cousin
"Is Ya' Ready", it get deadly, grrah-grrah, boom with the Deady get heavy

What it is shawty? Can I roll good?
See you impressed by the game like ya s'pose to
You see rap stars with cars and black cards
All you get is convos,