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I've been getting money
I ain't really worried bout you
You see this cash in my pocket
That's a hundred thousand
Oh, look at the ice on my wrist
If you talkin' crazy
I might take your bitch
Oh, what you tryna do, lil nigga Ballin' up your fist
Okay huh let me run it up
For my niggas
I don't say nun
I just pull up on em and I kill em
What you bang huh
You ain't really gang, you a lame Why you puttin' on a image
For the money and the fame
I'm rollin' with killers and Drillers, I pull up on him with That motherfuckin' blitz
Hmm
Why the fuck he keep on talkin
Like he with the shit
Nigga, you is a bitch
Hmm
I'm from da raq
Where my niggas get busy
I swear to God, I love my city
Hmm
Shorty keep sayin
That I got one gun
I promise I got plenty of em
Huh, what you on today
I wanna see you every day
And I'm eatin' on the coochie like Frito-Lay
I just put it down good
Now she wanna come stay
Bad bitch wanna fuck on me
And the opps tryna get a lil' bag Outta me
Tryna set me up
Like I don't move presidential
Ian worried bout a thing
I don't got no issues
Yo lil bitch a hoe
But that ain't nothin
New, lil' nigga
I'ma smoke up on my dope
While you grab on them scissors
Why the fuck you on my block
You know that we gon' kill shit Run that nigga down and we hit Him with the kill switch
Come fuck on me, huh Come fuck on me, huh
Come fuck on me, huh Come fuck on me, huh
Come fuck on me, huh Come fuck on me, huh
Come fuck on me, huh Come fuck on me, huh
I've been getting money
I ain't really worried bout you
You see this cash in my pocket