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bones
I figured I stand alone, just put my check in the bag I'ma carry on
I'm sippin' on Deleon, no worry I carry chrome
Back to the basics
I flex a lot

the C.R.E.A.M 
I was born alone, imma die alone 
Got royalty in my chromosomes 
Going down as the self-made artist 
Who made it on top by working the hardest

the stairs

My nigga you blind by the zaza
I'm on a jet I had to say bye bye
I got the tech your body on fire now
I'm in the game you watch on the sidelines
No

Cause I'm in need of my vitamin's
Found my own way with no guidance, Ian need no guidance
The strap on my side it stay by me
Do my dirty work in silence,

the coolie
I turned the microphone, dive in the coupe
I got the bag to provide for the crew
My gang undefeated we make it look easy
Look at your bitch,

and then get my cake up (Cake)
I copp' mir bei Jacob the Jeweler ein Bracelet (burr)
Ich hopp' in den Private-Jet and I take off (Take off, phew)
Ich

yeah
Day after day I'm tryna make a bag oh yeah
Pray in the night, I'm tryna get by
these niggas watching on my side
I'm getting blinded by lights I

secret battle, that they facing on they lonely
My head be in the clouds, surrounded by lighting like I’m Percy
I walk in like the boss in gotta get green

UP THE SMOKE

Offset

Up the Smoke

She said she diggin' my flow
I make her suck me and then suck my bro
We knock them down by the four
I still walk in with fire at all my shows

Hard White

Nicki Minaj

Queen

2018

Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier ('Tier)
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair (chair)
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my

like I'm losing control
I know I need time to just focus on me
And to make some things right in my soul
I just spent me a bag today
Just copped some

Rockstar shit
Yeah I’m feeling number one
Getting to this money til my pockets weigh a ton
And these opps be throwing shots but keep no bullets in

to pack my bags and pay my dues to the dirt
No, I never felt this strong
We're out of time
Lay in the storm
We're out of time
Lay in the storm
We're out

dat bag
Won't show no love no hugs
No fuccs I want da bands
Off the shoulder Soulja
Blood all in my fam

I won't live like last year
Man dat shit was

in your bag
Feels so nice to be naughty
Now come and touch on my body
Working at the mall as Santa for Christmas
Listening to kids read their real long

out of my mind
I can't be out
If you're not by my side
I been feening for you love
Yeah that love mine
I been giving you a time
Isn't that a sign
Now

I been in my bag for real
I'm bout build a Stu in the crib so I can spazz for right real
96 draft my pop got picked he had that cash for real

stop
Get a bucket and a mop
Just in case she want to fuck
They killed my nigga in broad daylight
I think about it every fucking day and night
She sipping

(Ayy, turn me up in the headphones)
Money bags, nigga, uh, uh, what?

No, we cannot hang if you a stain
What you want
The re-rock or you want the whole

Gone be good just as long we together
Back in my bag and I'm so so better
I know you ain't comin second
I know you gon hold it down

You know i just want

CC bag look nice but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
That's just a big gyal ting man you get me
Raemi just turned mommy and that's my sis so I just

side of me
Baby do you want me
I want you by me

Come and ride with me
In my phantom
Baby throw these racks like a dancer
Show you different side of me

Monetizing my gifts
Bag it by the pound
Bag it by the zip
Go and get a bag
Go and get a grip
Go and get a bag
Go and get a grip
Niggas really gassed now I'm

Mustard seed of faith favor in my direction
Give 'em time they tell u how they  feel
Make u question what's really real

I been riding solo  since the bag