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She told me she gone leave
I'm hoping this time she ain't playing
Thinking I won't blow will get you sent right next to yo' dead mans
I go so damn crazy 'bout them bands, yuh
Crop him out, yeah-yeah, crop him out that picture
Feel like Future, wouldn't give no fuck if they was real sisters
You-You say you getting that money then, let me throw it with you
You show 'em that you getting that money, they wanna blow it wit' you
Uh, I'm a different type of nigga from her usual, I know
I'ma let her know I'm going out my way, believe that
Lil' niggas know I'm right here leaving this shit on the floor
Throw that money in the air, watch them broke niggas grieve
Maison Margiela steppin' wit Chanel on my sleeve
I wipe my nose everytime I get the sensation to sneeze, Slatt
Niggas don't wan' pay us, making they pockets bleed, Jack
Had money conversations 'fore I knew how to read
Dollar bills, I got dollar bills talking to me, think I'm schizophrenic
You wan' in the booth wit' me, my nigga, mind yo' business
I ain't got time to beg, yo' ass can leave you can't get wit' it
She told me she gone leave
I'm hoping this time she ain't playing
Thinking I won't blow will get you sent right next to yo' dead mans
I go so damn crazy 'bout them bands, yuh
Crop him out, yeah-yeah, crop him out that picture
Feel like Future, wouldn't give no fuck if they was real sisters
You-You say you getting that money then, let me throw it with you
You show 'em that you getting that money, they wanna blow it wit' you