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I got some niggas in the streets, but I still got love for them If they don't got it, then it's cool, they know I got drugs for them
Bringin' back the space jam elevens, Fuck them Dior runners, Ima stack this paper till I'm mad rich
Top floor at the levels nigga, Introduced her to the plug, yeah, he mad I got a bad bitch
I got a bus the bezel, nigga They got 21 carats and I don't care cause I'm a savage, nigga
Rackies in the mattress, ayy Bitch, I'm jumpin' off a jet, I don't gotta go through baggage claim
Hell no, I don't know the name, I just hit it Tell a bitch I love her, smoke a blunt and I forget it
Bitch, I count my blessings, it's not my digits That's a cool 40 bands, I can't spend it all at Lenox
You know Johnny, that's my dentist These niggas sleep, tell him wake up, ayy, one day they gon' listen
We got Chef Woes in the kitchen Put your 3Ds on, nigga, ayy, watch me get to whipping
Drug dealers and strippers, I got a bag with them I'm with the woes of Miami, I'm finna do the dash with them, ayy
10-30-50, do a backflip With a whole lotta, yeah, bitch, I'm where the cash live
Couple hundred off the rap, I'm thankful I'ma smoke away my demons, I'ma sing with my angels
Put that Rollie on her ankle, I'm walkin' with the time You can have any bitch you want, but not one of mine
Ayy, pour me one of them lines I don't really do the wocky, but I think I'll be fine
Fuck a job, I get rich off rhymes I ran off his plug, he ain't have to do the crime at all
My nigga got rich off Adderall, put it on the scale that's half a ball, I love it when that money talk, love it when them percies call
Brr, brr, that's a hotline blingin S-550, bitch, I could've bought a Demon