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Taking the drip I'm dressing the soul
I'm matching the wrist
I'll never go home
I'll never go broke

Talk to the patient I do know the face
I'm

bone
Ranch dressing I'm drippin in sauce
Don't fumble like I'm playing lacrosse
Got goons I'm a young boss
Pockets fat no rick Ross
Ohh
Money talks

sweaters
And I be dressing without no letters
Lawyers on deck case the boys try to get us
Gotta be ready for whatever, My style make the women get wetter
My

Or the welcome committee will snatch the grands from your neck
That grand on your chest if it ain’t a cross something like that
They hit the pawnshop quick
I mean

yuh dressing and yuh accent
Plus yuh settings and assets a nuh sexual harassment
Test dem yuh pass dem left stressing dung a back bench
Waa fi pull yuh

trapping 
Searching for the credit them niggas never be askin 
Goofy ass niggas jus move accordingly 
Bum ass niggas with no authority 
Dressing all loud

On the cross roads After midnight
Give me cigarette make me satisfied Roses & champagne rising from the floor Make a sacrifice and ill let you know
Dancing in

caught dead dressing feminine or dumbing down
Everybody sound exactly the same & I won't conform to that
Niggas is making millions off nonsense & i can't

laying down

Can't hit the brakes, can't breakdown
Can't shake me up with no shakedown
Finna cross the country like a greyhound
Really ain't shit you can

its big when it's stuck up 
Dressing to disguise (woah) tryna get your mind 
Cause id rather have that than a washed up old bride

I can give you what

the feelin that its fuckin up my memory
Cuz everytime the leeches come around and say remember me
That cross faded feeling gives me an unfamiliar energy
DAMN!

my unfuckwithable crew 

Like a million slept attacks
We're still gardening gardening

Call me please, when I'm alone
Still dressing like a no one
My

before you wreck yourself,
get the fashion eraser out, correct yourself.
But if you're down with dressing like a clown,
that's sick,
just stop giving me

flows boy I feel like a savage
We mobbin deep causin havoc
Dressing so fresh i could go on a salad

Ballin like Jordan in my YEEZY boost
Call the police

alarm
Niggas cattle I got the firearm
You a laughing cow you from the funny farm
Nigga call me ranch cause you know I be dressing
Got the Gucci belt

School of G-Code aced all my courses
Of course it's money green rocking gold crosses
Once i draw that line you better not cross it
I came back to win for

It's Bando on this beat
Representing CLE
You know what this about to be
Me rapping about getting money
I'm eating yummy
I ain't dressing ugly
Next

I got a six man army
Cameras they be on me
Dressing up like David
You be Fitch I'm Abercrombie
Swearing like I'm Barney
Your bitch she a Barbie
If

can't lift the trophy, anyway still shout out to them
Lock down like I'm in Thorn Cross or the Bank
It's funny coz man still ain't washing their hands
Now

Even if i love you with my all, im still as depressed as it gets
I don't mean to interject a mental state cross reference
& if i do too much or if i

Why you walking round like you bad girl?
Dressing up to kill like you bad girl?
I know who you are, I know your potential
What you're liking now is

right
I can't get with all of this picking sides, because I've seen the light

I be dressing, like i'm going on a salad
Steak on my plate, they told me I

they cross
Blind to the beauty of spitting they own truth, from the O.Gs down to the youth
When you hit the Booth, burn it down
You know when them people

the only direction
Money greener than salad you could tell how I'm dressing
I'M BLESSED BITCH (I'M BLESSED BITCH)
I know you heard me say I'm blessed bitch