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(Man, fuck all that bullshit, nigga, I´m still outside)
Already up three M this year, nigga (Already up three)
Tell them niggas I said fuck ´em (Fuck ´em)

And fuck that ho too, yeah (Bitch, fuck it, t-hahaha)
She don´t like it, but then it´s fuck it
Fuck how you feel (Fuck how you feel, nigga, haha)
(Bitch-ass niggas, y´all tryna start playin´ God, pussy)
Oh man, this shit too fucking easy, this shit like, this shit not even fair, this shit too easy (Ha, bitch, I´m on your ass, you better watch out)
(Told them niggas, "Catch up," t-ha, ain´t never gon´ catch up, nigga)
Thought it was over? I´ma show you

Ha, already up three M this year and all my diamonds reflective, huh
He started the year off broke again, I guess his pockets defective

T-ha, this nigga´s out here tryna say, "I got you," I gotta keep some protection
T-ha, you worried ´bout what´s inside my pockets, worry ´bout your own blessing
I´m a man, I stand on my own two feet, no, we is not the same
Ha, one of my hoes actin´ dumb on the internet, baby, you never was mine
T-ha, I´m finna go take this bitch phone, man, some things never gon´ change
Ha, real rich niggas don´t carry no coins, so what make you think you a dime?
T-ha, finally, I´m richer than a bitch, t-ha, my niggas richer than a bitch
Ha, your mama raisin´ a bitch, mama was raisin´ a soldier
I know my brothers watchin´ my 6, the engine, it came with like six

Not to mention the twin-turbo kit, ha, the fuck I look like pullin´ over?
Nigga, I´m rich, you broke, the fuck is you comfortable for? Nah, that shit fishy
Bitch gon´ call me a bop, but she just want hook and I ain´t never went fishin´
Bae asked me, "Who is this?" I told her, "Don´t trip, it´s just one of my old bitches"
Soon as I´m done with the ho, oh yeah, she chips, the ones that you don´t even finish
Molly, this shit top-notch
Penthouse, that´s the hotspot
My bitch, she want drop-tops
My niggas want dropped opps
Oh, you want your bitch back? How much do you got, got?
My designer mismatched, but this ain´t no Oshkosh
I got the type of pape´, I could fuck Ash Kaash and Rubi in the back of the Wraith

My nigga hungry for bodies, he rollin´ up molly, so you better stay out the way
We could go body for body, this shit like a hobby, got plenty of killers to pay
I got your face, you and your partners, now when I come find you, let´s see what them niggas gon´ say