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Work hard but I don't gotta to punch in So high fore I get to function Bad bitch hit my hit my line for the lovin' Boss up gotta learn how to run shit Been thru some shit in the muddy Long nights I was stuck in the dungeon I was broke then I got me some money Paper cuts so the blood stay running All these clothes I should buy me a runway Hit the club and my song stay bumping Wait Pour me some more Bad ass chick yeah she already know Get so high Ima smoke my dough Love my life and I love my dough Now I'm the man, need a new crib in Japan I need rocks all in my hands, need a new crib for my friends Everyday it's a backend Every holiday a present I can't ask for much more, family good so what's more, maybe just a world tour Can't understand my money talk, need google translate, Mazel tov Pour ducé like it's Martigraw, say Casually, I just been making a masterpiece I just been causing these casualties I have been pavin a way for those after me I got a plan just to run up my salary Yeah Since I was young I have strictly been honest, they call me the goat But I been stayin modest, I got me a bitch and she fine and exotic She callin me daddy whenever I pop it Yeah They callin me different, I guess I'll admit They stay in a box and I stay climbing out and they call it ridiculous Attention to words and the way that I talk, they call it meticulous Givenchy and prada all over my sock, the way that I'm dripping it Coffee and joints in the crib how I rock, cuz I'm from New England, ya dig? Cuz I'm from New, ya dig? Can't understand my money talk, need google translate, Mazel tov Pour ducé like it's Martigraw, say Yeah it's young jimmy kay Still stuck in my ways On the road no breaks Bad bitch cute face Yeah she giving me face and Light the jay and I face it Air 1's on my feet girl Black and white they not racist Coulda trapped out the basement Got a job and I made it Uncle J in the cage still, been locked up on some fake shit Balenciaga the gucci and prada the shit that we spend we addicted to dollars I don't give a fuck gotta get to the guala and stack all the chips I put that on my mama Not with the drama, I cant relax Bro in Brazil always stay with a strap Like when I sing but she love when I rap We don't make love I just hit from the back I got a plan just up the racks I been on top take a look at the stats Y'all steady cappin I stay with facts Came a long way from a floor and mat I see a bigger dream, I gotta keep it a hunnit for real Paper trail lookin green, stack in my pants lookin like a Galil East coast where I be, but you know that I got ties in Brazil Call my phone let it ring, I only be talking business for real Yeah it's young jimmy kay Still stuck in my ways On the road no breaks Bad bitch cute face Yeah she giving me face and Light the jay and I face it Air 1's on my feet girl Black and white they not racist Coulda trapped out the basement Got a job and I made it Uncle J in the cage still, been locked up on some fake shit Balenciaga the gucci and prada the shit that we spend we addicted to dollars I don't give a fuck gotta get to the guala and stack all the chips I put that on my mama Lotta wins and few losses, turn the brothas into bosses That's the overall plan, do it for the fam gotta stay cautious New chick look flawless, new whip color chocolate Take her out, then I eat it out, say she love the vibes up in Boston Plain jain, had to bust down, shit is so cold I could ice skate Chardonnay to the damn face, no you can't stay you a lightweight Studio with the day 1's makin big hits it's a nice day Thought I left then I came back with a big big it's a nice day