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Hop in the AMG Benz
I might pull the cash out the bank in all tens
Them racks turn your foes to your friend
Them racks turn your friends to your foe
I hopped out that bitch and she chose
Pick a side, who you gon' choose?
Playing both sides, shit I can't do
Run and try to hide that's shit I can't do
Hop in the AMG Benz
I might pull the cash out the bank in all tens
Them racks turn your foes to your friend
Them racks turn your friends to your foe
I hopped out that bitch and she chose
Pick a side, who you gon' choose?
Playing both sides, shit I can't do
Run and try to hide that's shit I can't do
If I ain't get high, I might fuck up my mood
I'm riding with that fye, ain't tryna be cool
This bad bitch with me, said she getting in the mood
All black hoodie, my pants look wool
My zip cost more money than your goddamn shoes
It's two options and you know which one I ain't gon' pick
Thought you were balling, hit the court and then his ankle twist
They tried to block me out the game but I came back and made this shit
Money gang, this shit never change, it won't trade for shit
You know that fever on me so you at the house sick
Try it, you gon' die slow, then we dip off quick
Hop in the AMG Benz
I might pull the cash out the bank in all tens
Them racks turn your foes to your friend
Them racks turn your friends to your foe
I hopped out that bitch and she chose
Pick a side, who you gon' choose?
Playing both sides, shit I can't do
Run and try to hide that's shit I can't do
Hop in the AMG Benz
I might pull the cash out the bank in all tens
Them racks turn your foes to your friend
Them racks turn your friends to your foe
I hopped out that bitch and she chose
Pick a side, who you gon' choose?
Playing both sides, shit I can't do
Run and try to hide that's shit I can't do
Glock on me, I ain't playing with nobody