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Ayy, hot boy I don't need a lighter, I set this bitch on fire, yeah
If you got a pocket full of money, put your hands up
I ain't had no daddy on my mama, he ain't stand up
It's a marathon, nigga, look at what we ran up
If they can't get you, fuck around and hit your mans up
Told you if you got it, put your bands up
Put some money up for your grandson
We been gettin' cars and buyin' mansions
Ballin' on these foul-ass niggas, that's a And one
Ayy, stop countin' my pockets, they keep askin' what I make
Why you in the jungle, niggas, lions and they fake
Flame on my lap, oven preheated to bake
Boy, it ain't my birthday, but my name on the cake
Huh, I'm gettin' paid, fuck about what he do
Man, you should see this shit clear like it's see-through
They must be talkin' bout kicks if I need you
The FN is plastic, got it tucked in my Evisus
Huh, my nigga hottie on the way
Where' from nigga, see a dead body every day
Yeah, I can't see you cause the money in the way
Pull up, Cybertruck, they said somebody on the way
My daughter stuntin' like they daddy, R.I.P. to Pappy
Pops wasn't around, he somewhere ridin' in a Caddy
Ocean Gate the pressure, fuck around and crush your family
Tell them boys, stop throwin' all them subs, nigga, at me
If you got a pocket full of money, put your hands up
I ain't had no daddy on my mama, he ain't stand up
It's a marathon, nigga, look at what we ran up
If they can't get you, fuck around and hit your mans up
Told you if you got it, put your bands up
Put some money up for your grandson
We been gettin' cars and buyin' mansions
Ballin' on these foul-ass niggas, that's a Andone