In the cut just to trip on the beat Why do ya'll wanna be like me In the club in the VIP But I'd rather count racks stay lowkey Bruh said he wanna get a verse from me Told him I don't leave the house for free So I only leave the house for the money Get back got the shorty waiting for me Brick on my wrist cost a G And all of my bitches on fleek Gold on my mouth on my teeth Smile at these hoes and they geek Got a chick out in Atlanta She a bad lil foreign ting Said I should fly to Atlanta She wanna swallow the whole thing
Gave yo chick my number told her she should call me maybe She said slim I know who you are I wanna call you baby
That's a trip ain't it dog The way I can pull up and take yo bitch You know I'm the shit dog The way I come up with this wavy shit No you can not smoke with me I am on a whole another level I walk through the airport My eyes red as a devil They said college was the way I guess that makes me a rebel Wonder how much I don made Shit its probably hella Fuckboy tryna find the way But this is not Nemo Fuck you and yo foreign Bitch ill pull up in a speedboat I just wanna make a million Cuz I used to be broke (cuz I used to be broke)
No more of that shit
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