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rich
For better or worse, sickness 'n' health
I don't want to do life by myself
And don't wanna to sleep with nobody else
Deposit they turn into

on the go
I was hoping, but now I ain’t wishing for it, on some go getter shhh
This is a gunbi production
(Naaah, Naah, Naaah)
Little bitty homie running by

just relish in
All of the
Money and the fame that you letting in
Tell me how you rep the kid
Need a representative
So I can get my credit in
Need a new

now I'm a fuckin year Older

I owe you some Credit though
You showed me the method
I'm so indebted
I know it's not expected
I'm already invested

on your shit
Then look in the credits
Cause you won't even get a mention
That's it, I ain't showing no love
You're lucky that I've even shown up
Everytime

it's a gamble when I buy a bag of peanuts with my credit card
But I fuck yo girl in the ass so hard she gets hiccups
Bursts one liter of seamen mixed out

when I count my blessings
Still chasing cash, a mad dash to lessen stresses
It’s just another ill day in America
Kevin Eleven uh… Hunnid DUH!
Credit

over niggas, Don't argue about shit, I don't talk over niggas
I get so much cheese that it look like I'm telling, these credit card charges, I look like

see that I'm giving him credit[00:36.50]No crease on my J fours and I'm still out here concrete stepping, stepping[00:40.30]My lil brotha always wonder

stick with a single bitch anymore, by that I mean when I fuck, ima double up
My bitch she is Bad & Boujee, but her
'Migos all badder because they all got

cheering I'm better too (Better too)
I gotta ask who is steering you? (Steering you)
I just be led by the Ghost (Holy Ghost)
I ain't looking for likes on no

debate
Raising up the bar bout to set it all straight
Wait until I've faded they gon' try to replicate
They don't give you any credit only when it's too

out of your esophagus, and I will watch it (I will watch it)

Everybody wanna get a taste a taste 
But nobody gonna work, day by day 
Rapping so fast I

without the edit
Cash up and pay up the credit
You feeling the flame coz I said it
This is greatness reinvented
Bumping the bass be the business
I need

or so, and to his credit the hard work is starting to pay off, but can he do it on the big stage? He looked a little nervy in the closing stages

the plug
Fuck allat rah rah
I want some money
Need 10 star credit
I need that black card with no limit
Aye
Don't need it, you offer, I spend it
Uh
I'm stuck

tired of the scooter
Pass the glizzy to Wishy I'm a alley-ooper
Pulled up in a Jag, got chased by a cougar
We spitting this heat but it ain't from no

or don't agree
I go nuts on every record but thy brotha forgot the Deez
Got em
But I had to give my credit, proceed to jot em
Down cause they're the reason

Couple mixtapes hella tracks and an album
Started with homies now rock by my lonely
Can't fuck with these niggas these rappers act corny
Yeah I ain't

streets
Summer time in the city but I feel weak
The air's thick round Oxford St., fountains running by Centre Point
where we used to meet
It's all changed

it, uh
Ha, haha, haha
Ha, haha, haha
Bitch I'm in these streets, and your life going to be the credit
Pour a drank, no chase it
Bitch I'm fucking wasted

life
They love the credit swipes
But they missin’ out on plumbing ‘cause I lay down better pipe
They probably jealous now, I finally settled down
When I

the Playboy bunnies they sweeter than some honey
Like the new credit cards you tap them and they take your money
Selling drugs behind your store still trying

a tragic
I got the keys to run this shit but you can have it
Got my wand, in my hand, I cast magic
Money and my happiness, I gotta have it
I can get it by