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imagination
Might as well be piss, semen, turd

Try to give credit
Where credit's due
I'm imperfect
And the world sucks too

But when does it get
To where

She say she a dime so I treat her like she said it
She say she a bad bitch I play her like I meant it
I told her dial 144, sending me some credit

Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Broadway, aye, aye
Ayo
I just been going hard
Filming these movies, I’m all in the credits (Aye)
You not

I can swipe a nigga bitch
You know i swipe her like a credit card swiper no swiping
Watch me swipe a nigga bitch
Have her licking on my dick like

hard
My mommy and my daddy let me use their credit cards 
I don't got a problem in the world

Drinking all the beer out of the keg that's in the backyard

(Clear throat)
(Ay, let me give y’all a little insight into the rap lifestyle, man)
(Listen up)
(Listen up)
(Hum melody)
(Uh)
(Uh)
Credit card, got

focused give me credit
Super not unleaded been selected
I’m connected like ooh
I’m focused yeah I said it
Been there and I been tempted
Yet selected

Bitch I came up with them bandits
Hope you understand us

Bitch I came up with them bandits
From hustling raw to credit card scamming
You ain't from

Why does Jesus get the credit but he never gets the blame?
The way I see this destiny it's all about the same 
So if you think the Lord is that

spending my credit, spoiling my credit
Bundle Spoilerz
Everyday music stream
Bundle Spoilerz
Where is my data? Give me my data!

T chama let's go to the MTN

Gotta go hard, every single time
When the beat drop, every single time
Fake credit cards, every single time
When they call the cops, every single

Yo I'm ridin, slidin thru clean like my credit
They say they big timin but they ain't countin the seconds
Steal the shooow like oceans eleven
Got my

me
Jealousy, wishin' it was me

I ain't stoppin' till I'm Blacked Out, Blacked Out
Credit card's maxed out, now I'm cashing out
I ain't stoppin' till

Toe to toe to time I'm rhyming for the apple of my eye
Give me credit I can bet it 
I'm gon' love You till I die

Toe to toe to time I'm rhyming for

Put ya' hands up if ya' had enough 
Credit cards you ran em' up 
And second place is your regular 
Cuz' the hecklers seem tough
Then f*** em' 
Cut

givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it,

givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it,

(A dude like me)

One of-a kind, currently, credit is fine
You know you-mines, friend zone waste-ing time 
Bang your line, don't care if you press

I ain't one for taking credit less I did it less I said it
I don't know why you don't get it we don't want you get the message
If you sending birds

my credit high
She looks into my eyes and only sees that dollar sign
Ya, She like me for the money grind
Always searching doesn't know what she is

(I took to the max)
I want my credit card to have no Limits wait
(Credit)

I want my credit card to have no Limits
I want to know how it feel to have

givin' credit
Too many things that are makin' it impossible
Step back and slow down the pace
Keep myself movin' in this world of confusion
Don't sweat it,

never once credits me
Sometimes I hate that I'm me
I said enough with the fake love this shit ain't new to me
Holdin on to my prayers cause thats all

fat
Your credit good
But something ain't right
Up under your hood
Should have fixed your life
Before you stepped to me
Cuz I can't be
Everything you