Aye, aye turn me up in the headphones
Turn the music up I need everything loud, everything!
Baby pass me my coffee right quick
Aye, aye

Bitch I need a bag
Bitch I need a bag
Pulled off the lot, drop top, sumn fast
Told em give me my plates fuck a 30 day tag
Tryna tell n****s my moves ain’t no 30 day brag
If I front you cash got 30 days to bring it back
Best believe I got bout 30 ways to get it back
But I sit back, and I relax and I ain’t tryna chit chat
Where the cheese at

Cause Ima fuck that cash up, left right up and down
Told baby shake that ass, left right up and down
Shit ain’t never as good as it ever fuckin sound
You know it’s some bullshit in the air that wanna linger roun’
But bro said fuck allat got 30 days to show up
30 days to blow up, and no excuses and do it by yo self
Cause all these n****s gone do is hoe up, and use excuses
And act clueless, then as soon as you blow up
Now these n****s wanna use you like
Nah, nigga
When all this shit was just a vision man I wasn’t shit
Like saying really, what’s the chances this n***a gettin big
And filthy rich they like bitch pulled up in that M6
Got a sick wrist, saliva and mucus in my diamonds
30 days ta break a habit came in perfect timing
30 days ta get the snappin’ bitch I’m really grindin’
30 days to break a habit bitch I’m really grindin’
Aye, bitch I’m really grindin’

Bitch I need a bag
Bitch I need a bag
Pulled off the lot, drop top, something fast
Told em give me my plates fuck a 30 day tag
Tryna tell n****s my moves ain’t no 30 day brag
If I front you cash got 30 days to bring it back
Best believe I got bout 30 ways to get it back
But I sit back and I relax and I ain’t tryna chit chat
Where the cheese at

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