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(Woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah, woah) (Woah, woah) (Zaycros do u know this?) You gone show me loyalty but don't know what it means I been running to the top so I can buy some finer things Got my ride with a brand new team You talk alot, hate on my dream Want some respect baby I don't need Hit like a bee finna make that sting They like you make it look easy but that's just the way it seems I just bought a Gucci belt and pair it with some Prada jeans Right to the top, going extreme Talk on a gang and you know what it mean It's me and my brothers don't take no others Under your nose cause we wiping you clean Cause we ain't never ever going broke I ride with a strap cause I keep me a scope Yeah this money in count the slope You talk to an opp and I'm wiping his nose Yeah we gone make it to the top I keep me a Rollie to wear as a watch Like how many diamonds you fit in a clock Got red on his face but it's gone be my dot Cause I'm finna run up on some fake fans Yeah I ain't mess with you lately And I hit the main girl on a side kick I'm calling your phone on the daily Yeah that girl tryna be my baby My foot on the gas cause I'm riding Mercedes You think imma blow up finna poor up Cause this clout just got too crazy You gone show me loyalty but don't know what it means I been running to the top so I can buy some finer things Got my ride with a brand new team You talk alot, hate on my dream Want some respect baby I don't need Hit like a bee finna make that sting They like you make it look easy but that's just the way it seems I just bought a Gucci belt and pair it with some Prada jeans Right to the top, going extreme Talk on a gang and you know what it mean It's me and my brothers don't take no others Under your nose cause we wiping you clean
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