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I want my food on
My, my, my, my, my plate
In the booth gettin' high
Going up so I gotta hold it down
All the bad bitches outside
Freak bitch, finna take her to the island
Swear I been a real nigga all my life
Smoke five blunts, that's a high five
You ain't tryna run it up, boy you fried
Ain't shit but that money on my mind
Every single day I be on the grind
All that shit fake, nigga just rhyming
Nigga take the cap off, quit lying
Nigga I just wanna shine like my diamonds
On the way to the top, I been climbing
I been smoking za, getting higher than a pilot
Stackin' all this guap, nigga now my money piling
Finally, all this hard work done paid off
How the fuck I woke up to a check on my day off?
Brother been swanging them sticks, he don't play golf
Got a hood bitch, she'll spray you with some mace dog
'Til you come up, all you gotta do is stay down
In the party, brother got it tucked, he don't play 'round
All I gotta do is spit a bar, took the pain down
And I know my girl let it spark if it came down
Bitch at the spot, ass up and her face down
In the booth gettin' high
Going up so I gotta hold it down
All the bad bitches outside
Freak bitch, finna take her to the island
Swear I been a real nigga all my life
Smoke five blunts, that's a high five
You ain't tryna run it up, boy you fried
Ain't shit but that money on my mind
It's my birthday but I ran that cake up
I'm a real stoner, fired up off the wake up
Just now got you some money, boy you late bruh
Tryna ball on 'em, I don't got no time to lay up
Nigga be telling fake stories, yeah they made up
She was tripping, had to tell her to her lace up
When you finally get you some money they gon' hate you
Don't have to do the bitch, all I need is that paper
That ho catfish, she ain't shit what I make her
Thick bitch, shawty got an ass finna shake some