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Buss a move, Only did it cause i had to Lil youngins wyling, making meals up out of Fast food I was cutting at school, we was in the trap too Even Since then they knew my method man, that Cash rules CASH RULES Shawty Call me papi, like champagne (What?) But Baby Ima stunna Just like Wayne I got People praying, hoping wishing shit don't ever Change Like you supposed to get this money just to stay the fucking same (Yea yea) Call me Lord, since a youngin I been blessed When the Lord come out the booth, I swear the S up on chest I'm the Man I'm the man Ain't too hard to Understand Nigga you ain't got no fans Nigga lying on the gram I aint ever trust a nigga I dont even ask for shit Always knew I'd be a star I'll rise above the Asterisks If I throw a chain for me I Guarantee it Match the wrist If I'm ever know for something It's for Holding down my Click You be all up on my dick, On my balls Hold up pause Word is bond Got this Shit up in my Palms You can see how I Perform Whats a king to a pawn Whats a worker to a don Gotcha bitch under my Arm You ain't see her Now we Gone We ain't trippin, we ain't fall We just Weathered through the storm If I get it, I won't lose it Cause i'll Put my niggas on And everything I got, is cause got it on my own This dirty in my styrofoam done got me in my Zone Going from rags to riches, to bags and bitches, straight baggin bitches, yeah yeah Niggas got word to Run with the lord Heard he got a Massive business Theres bitches around, ya Looking at me Ya Lookng Mad Suspicious Yeah Niggas be Swearing they catch up to me But they couldn't Match my distance I Go Mile in minute, Wake up and grind cus I gotta get it Yea Till I pop lots of Digits, icounting These bands till it got no limit Money bags under our eyes, niggas don't get it, don't got a vision (Don't got it) I don't got time for Bitches, she acting boujee my block could hit it, yeah I'm like a addict with it Fuck it bitch, im like a Savage with it, yea Look at the analytics Thinking about how I almost failed statistics Momma knew I was special the very first day when She had a Had a Menace, yeah That was a few months away (Whys that) After my dad was sentenced I got the keys, Younging finessing Can't be a boss you rolling with peasants Extra clip long it look like extensions I put a beam I don't address shit I don't take losses only the Lessons I shake the block with only my presence Dont take attendance still know who aint present Thats word from the gods a living young Legend Bust a move
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