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All this time I'm doing my thing
These hating motherfuckers can't help but complain
Bitch I'm colder than my fucking chain
Take a step back out my fucking way
All this time I'm doing my thing
These hating motherfuckers can't help but complain
Bitch I'm colder than my fucking chain
Take a step back out my fucking way
I'm coolin', I'm coolin'
I spent tomorrow's money, I'm foolin'
If I see my shot, I'm shooting
How the numbers look, shit's boomin'
And they used to talk down on the kid but now I'm big homie
They ain't want me back then psh, now they on me
And who they gon' blame now 'cuz they not getting money
Man I'm sick of tryna tell 'em, let the sax talk for me
And everybody say
Woah woah woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah woah woah
Stop fucking playing with me
Stop fucking playing with me
Stop fucking playing with me
Stop fucking playing with me
Somebody get their mans
Somebody get their mans
Wait 'til I hit my dance
Wait 'til I hit my dance
I can't be stopped I'm on a win streak
I can't be stopped I'm on a win streak
10 bands, that's just this week
10 bands, that's just this week