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Fuck is you saying cuz I get the pack, gone Was gone but I'm back on like a dyke, keep the strap on These lil niggas tryna act grown I got my money up (yeah) I'm almost a hunnid up I got the shooters they runnin up Give em the pack, they gon run it up Brodie did 5, now he back home Feds went and tapped in his crack phone Took him in, he was the backbone But I got him cuz my stacks long Came from the bottom, look with these streets did to me Mama told me the devil got into me Since I got rich I got so much enemies My dog crazy, I had to put him to sleep Man, my life crazy, been up since I came home Change hoes like I change clothes And you know how the game goes Shoot your ass for my bankroll Me n bro, we running trains on hoes You can call us the Bang Bros Ducking cops in them plain clothes Cuz they know that I bang the O I got my money up (yeah) I'm like a hunnid up I remember I started, a hunnid bucks Got these niggas lookin, can't fuck with us Got this lil bitch in my section Freaky and she hold the weapon Hookah, drinking, and she texting Slid in once I got her beggin (yeah) I got my money up I bought an O and I bagged it up I didn't sleep and then hit the block I didn't leave till like 6 o'clock (in the morning) I got my money up Niggas ain't never wan see me up Now I got they hoes tryna to eat me up That 30 clip hangin, try creepin up They all in my business, too Changed on me man, look what a brick a do Used to cap to my moms about skipping school Use to spin through the opps wit a different tool But I'm getting money, yes I'm getting moooneyyy Brodie died on a Sunday Run it up kill the runway I'm gon see him again one day I got my money up (yeah) I'm like a hunnid up I remember I started, a hunnid bucks Got these niggas lookin, can't fuck with us Got this lil bitch in my section Freaky and she hold the weapon Hookah, drinking, and she texting Slid in once I got her beggin (yeah) I got my money up I bought an O and I bagged it up I didn't sleep and then hit the block I didn't leave till like 6 o'clock (in the morning) I got my money up Niggas ain't never wan see me up Now I got they hoes tryna to eat me up That 30 clip hangin, try creepin up I'm feeling like Pac when I hit em up Look at the sky like I did it up I want the Rover come kit it up I did a lot but ain't did enough Move like DaBaby for paper Hustle, I save it for later Eat and I scrape up the plate Count up 100, my money up, Count up 100, my money up I want a mansion in Calabasas 8 car garage and they super fast Diamonds keep dancing they acrobatic Flip up 100 this dirty mattress Jack up the wrist I might cut it up I want a milli to fuck it up I doubled back gotta run it up Move like Giannis, come fuck wit us Here till the sun is up Only the money amaze me I want the Rari in navy I want this ice like it's skate key I got a rocket, McGrady I make it stretch like peelates Fuck it, I mean that's Pilates I'm with the mob like I'm Gotti I want a hunnid, I got me I got my money up (yeah) I'm like a hunnid up I remember I started, a hunnid bucks Got these niggas lookin, can't fuck with us Got this lil bitch in my section Freaky and she hold the weapon Hookah, drinking, and she texting Slid in once I got her beggin (yeah) I got my money up I bought an O and I bagged it up I didn't sleep and then hit the block I didn't leave till like 6 o'clock (in the morning) I got my money up Niggas ain't never wan see me up Now I got they hoes tryna to eat me up That 30 clip hangin, try creepin up
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