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I say FREEBANDZ, but nigga After you go through all that shit Think if I let a nigga come and Goddamn take what I done did man? All these dudes I done paid?, I done paid-, man this shit blood Sweet, and tears for this shit man Nigga ain't finna' do nun' 'bout this cash boy For real boy, I go to war It ain't even about going to war I ain't going to war for what's mine Ayy, ha, double R shit, double R shit Bitch ass nigga, double R shit You know what I'm saying, nigga You know this money shit been gettin' way too easy I don't really take no photos I'm in a four door, ridin' wit' like two hoes I'm way too geeked, pour three lines He pour Uno, that nigga too broke, ha Ridin' 'round Houston nigga, solo, two poles on me I might go hublot In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto Yeah, I'm Really Rich, bitch, do what I want I'm rockin' Arc'teryx, I'm ending the Climate (Pussies) Why they keep hittin' my line? That shit ain't 'bout money, then know I'm declinin' Y'all nigga's slimey, my nigga's grimey, we never duckin' no violence My nigga grimey, you niggas hidin' They'll take you down for your diamonds I been had funds around me, bitch, before I was walkin' Ayy, before I was talkin' Pussy ass nigga tryna flex in front of them hoes Have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah) Yeah, with the Draco Bitch ass niggas we gon' spark 'em He just a rat with a pole, he a rat, but he doing the most (Ha) Bitch ass nigga should've known Bitch ass nigga get- (Bitch ass nigga, get trolled) Yeah, get zoed, nigga Glock .45, nigga, Glock .30, it's gon' fold We having motion You know that shit on the floor My brother flip anything, nigga, come this way Pussy ass rap niggas mad than a bitch 'Cause I'm finna' kick it when I'm in L.A All of my diamonds they hit, all my bitches they lit I know we can't say that same Bitch just look at my wrist, I'm rich Ok, my fit all black, it's Rick All of my niggas on house arrest, and they fighting new cases and shit I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door Ridin' wit' like two hoes I'm way too geeked, pour three lines He pour Uno, that nigga too broke, ha Ridin' 'round Houston nigga, solo, two poles on me, I might go hublot In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on- (Yeah, on Pluto) (Way too geeked on Pluto) (Way too geeked on-)