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Look out for these bitches plotting
Bitch a dootie, yeah I called it
Tryna run these digits homie
Yeah bitch I got money on me
Look out for these bitches plotting
Bitch a dootie, yeah I called it
Tryna run these digits homie
Yeah bitch I got money on me
Money on me, money on me
Aye what's new
Thumbing up these hundreds so my favorite color blue
Still in that V12, yeah I'm still with the crew
Moving like the Manji gang, yeah we kill you dudes
Pull up to the block in a brand new
Still on your block with that blicky on me
These ain't Chuck Taylors, these the Rickys homie
Better calm your mans before I get your homie
Make him disappear, make his momma lonely
Man I ain't no killer, I just got it on me
Get my goons to press him, we gon' starch your homie
I been working hard, got my pockets loaded
She grabbing at my dick, she must wanna blow it
Grab her by the chin, I tell her to throat it
Smashing on this bitch, told her not to hold me
I'm not feeling shit, fuck the love stories
She like freaky shit, I give her the whole glory
She like when I sing, she gon' call me tory
Treat these hoes like nothing, they my Toy Story
V12, Manji gang, that's my body homie
Look out for these bitches plotting
Bitch a dootie, yeah I called it
Tryna run these digits homie
Yeah bitch I got money on me
Look out for these bitches plotting
Bitch a dootie, yeah I called it
Tryna run these digits homie
Yeah bitch I got money on me