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dear
I swear you're so damn fine it never matters what you wear
It never matters what you hear that's how I know it's real
Right after we have a little

to partying I'm gettin' it done Yeah I was fuckin' fine women, no rubber in my
off-whites Ops comin' at me, give a fuck, I'm goin all night

Don't give a damn

on the road or when I'm home, I'm in that mode
Call me what you want, don't call me in my zone

If you ain't seen me by myself, you probably saw me with a hoe

have a family
Cause my ace is choosing plan b
cttitude is stank as hell
But she tasting cotton candy

I got left by andy, lightyear fan me
Lil bo peep

atrocious,(damn)
Diamonds blinging, know you noticed ,
If you didn't, you not focused ,(uh uh )

R'member , if you got a bag,
Don't fumble it, just keep it goin ,

pits like Michael Vick
I had to fall out with hella my bros to get to this point by the motherfuckin bitch
Sad they had to switch
The way we keep getting

Africa 
Ohhhhh Africa 

I - I
From outta Africa we came forth
Rasta youths centralize
Pon the banks of the Nile
Yeh we long fi hold a vibes
Free from

the fame
This shit just fallin' in the place, I already got a lane
I'm gettin' money by myself, I just need the bank
They know the lyrics to my songs before

give her a check

We at the bank and we cashing fake checks
She was like Wesley, he taught me the best
That nigga lame, he be stressing his ex yeah, I am

by, man, she give me the chills

She from Brazil, started payin' the bills
Now she got a couple mills in her bank account, whoa
Girl, we way too grown

ooh, chairman of the board, no Frank Sinatra, met the devil
Down in Georgia, went to Florida with some shottas, I'm in Southern California by the
Border,

they corrupt Finna cop me by plenty

I show em what's up I rock out with my millies
You fuckers are silly Finna count through my hundreds
And fifties

bur)
It say Burberry on, 
(woo!)
I got a snapback on, in the club wit patron,
(patron)
I got so much money, that bank asked me fo a loan,
(a loan!)
Yeah

Nigga first place, so I never end in last
Damn, I ring no money, so a nigga cash it out
I been in the bank, trying to get a quarter ounce
Floating on my

Throwing Dollar$ For Thrills
Lyrics by © Graham Hull 2023

We're way out in the country outback
We're way out in the country
We're throwing dollars

at them clear skies
Remember them clear nights
Hop in the whip bump lil skies
Damn
Never got over it apparently
All my thoughts be scaring me
Ying

something wrong
Blinded by the fear of missing out, I want to live for the here and now
Baby please, hear me out, I need a few more clips in the highlight

her to the bro
And my shooter just like Mad Max, he comin' for your 'fro
Damn, I don't got no rival, I ain't going toe to toe
Yeah, the streets be

a wonderful sunday
Imma go fuck up a bag
I don't fuck with the world
I'm corrupted by cash
If she listen to future
I'll put a thumb in her ass
Imma down me

me yo cashapp
You get that drop
Then i'ma cashapp you

Yea she like damn you different baby
Uh, I said yea I know
You should know by how im drippin'

Balling like I'm twenty-three now watch these bitches get to prancing
By the time I'm twenty-three I should be chilling in a mansion
If you fuck over me

(Nah, I’m fuckin’), sorry you think I’m pathetic
Sorry I don’t wanna bro down, sorry I don’t know your pronouns
I don’t mean no disrespect, but, damn, we

But I get so damn tired of taking all this shit
So feed me the melody I cannot stand all the drama
I'm going to stay at mi casa
I don't have enemies but

give a damn yo
Hit shows shut em down do it for the bank roll


Verse 2

 I ain't playing by the book
motherfucker I do my own thing
Pull up at the show