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You ain't have me in the crib and say I'm only doing fraud
Lay back, rich nigga
I be where them commas be
Late night, posted it in the trench
This where them gunner's be
I be tryna play it cool
I don't wanna spoil the mood
Catch momma doin' bad
Just pray I got a math
Rock took off super fast, fast lane do the dash
Whole lot of bad vibes, bitches treat me like a god
Like when I fuck her on the balcony
Like when I grab her throat
My success made all the bitch
That turn me down double back
If you rat, you can't come back
From that you just another rat
You know I ain't trippin', buy no bitch
I'm busy chasin' figures
Couple bitches I hit in the past
That I can't even remember
Heart colder than December
I blew up, I'm makin' trigger
Made that chopper sing like thriller
Go through you, him and him
Promise I ain't playin', pull up right beside him
Get the sprint
Hear him dancin' in those song's
They won't be livin' for too long
Came up from servin' Zot, bro
Came up from poppin' Dole
Ain't gon' lie, we had it hard
It was some night's we had to starve
These day's, crime pay's, murder get's you rich too
We can't find him, get at his man's
Fuck it, spin a boat
Here's somethin' by the throat
I ain't gon' lie, this bitch a goat
Laid back, rich nigga, I be where them commas be
Late night, posted it in the trench
This where them gunner's be
I be tryna play it cool
I don't wanna spoil the mood
Catch momma doin' bad
Just pray I got her mad
Rock took off super fast, fast lane, do the dash
Whole lotta bad vibes, bitches treat me like a god
Like when I fuck her on the balcony
Like when I grab her throat
My success made all these bitches