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of bounds running plays
Running up a bag, run a hundred dash like a race in a marathon
Carry on, home runs in the Marriot, Barry Bonds
I got money on my

doc... pfft bitch please
(Bitch)
I go to Wendy's for a 4 for 4
They say "man you got money
Nah I'm poor
(No more!)
So I ate my dog
Just kidding
I don't

my homie
These the Red rubies
But the tips green, my baby want Celine
She get Chanel, double C, she on the way
Double G, she Gucci down, gettin' both

All they know is money, Mack, murder and burglaries
To my right Swishaman CJ sweets
To my left a throne reserved for Taj Legacy
Cuz we all Kings here

a felony
Got a package from Dior
I can't tell if it's meant for me
I be the flower and the beast
Eating hearts of my enemy
In the park by the tree
Drinking

Yeah
Ungh
Yeah
Buy your dreams
Look

Sippin' gancia 1850 Muscato that rosé 
Stack my paper so I can live by my own way 
You blowing your money

Face of the city, these niggas just gimmicks, they copy and mimic so I had to level up
Turn up my mic
Add a lil treble
Then add a compressor & make sure

One ten mile per hour, her legs up on the dashbaord
More money out of my pockets will allow me to smash more
I've been livin' life like I'm on crash

all day I benefit 
Wait my, whole name bout to get it in 
This year, they gon know me by the end of it 
I don't give a fuck if you don'tlike me
Im

F the G-O-V economics, I'm the product of all this progress
I'm styling, f a profiling, I'm wilding, f all the violence
I'm using rhymes as my polish

I never wanted it so good
I never wanted it so bad
Take it all the way never turn back
I see you standing all by yourself
I can give it to you
No I

a bitch make spend his pause D I V A.
Maniac across the wall. Red lipstick I'm in some fishnets
six inch heels no bra I mean business.
I'm bout my money

do is criminal
Critical when I’m moving
If you broke, what you doing?
Doughed up heavily influenced
16 Gold Teeth and a Cuban
Blower by my dick for

know the
Up up down left right cheat code
Bad girl w thick ol thighs she stay in G Co
My boy Haitian, Spittin sickening rhythms in creole
Tagged like

take this fake love away 
All the sacrifice 
And risk a nigga takes 
I hope it really was 
Worth the wait 

Don't judge me 
By my past mistakes
We all

misdirection
Led by my complexion
Wrong destination
Got statistics on my nation
Told me this and I listened
Never followed my intuition
Just your pleasure, my

I’m greater
I’m a music slayer
They hate on me
As you can see
So I’m not bothered by that baby
I’m the g
Can’t stop me
Cause when I do what I do
It’s

supposed 
We gon keep it g 
Okay so nobody knows
You be tryna kick callin after my shows
But I be cruising
Ez pass
I'm skipping all of the tolls 
I wake up

Bitch I gotta make it
'Fore I lose myself or lose my patience
Bitch I gotta make it
Cause these fuckboys hating and these bitches play me
Bitch I

be rice dey the silo 
Reminds of school nights when they steal Milo
Foreal o, even overseas my g
I never sleep without my iPhones under my pillows
So

watch how we fuck up the city
N****a just watch how i ball like i'm diddy
All I want is some racks in my jeans 
(Racks)
Got some money i turned to a fiend

flip
Every album like a brick
Times Sixty-Six
See I'm in the mix
Cuz I focused on my own pot
And I won't quit
Till them S.C.G'Z on top, nigga
Smoke

hungry fuck with money call to death not fussed by worry
Did too much an I got my place know my worth dark urge for hunting
You ain't give two shits about

They tried to play me but I still came out a G
They probably thought that I was slow because my father had to preach
I fuck with niggas who standing