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(Brutal Money)

Ay, look

I don't fuck with you niggas, I am not your kinfolk

My lil' brother did a walk down, with some Ricks on

Baby got the typa ass you could sit the brick on

In the pen with a 16, fuck a flip phone

Hoodie say Satoshi, I got Vans on my feet

Think my bitch feet bleedin', she got red underneath

And she call me nasty, I know off her lashes when we freak

And my diamonds on AI, you talkin' practice to me

It's 'bout a 120 shots in the car, we four deep

Four 30s, four gleeks, it's 4:30, no sleep

I made a hunnid thousand, blew through $50k, last week

I'm in expensive fashion, why you think these hoes notice me?

I got a bad bitch at home, can't have that one bitch postin' me

Cougar bitch, she ho for me, she Instacart the groceries

My young niggas on go for me, so watch how you approachin' me

When we fuck I wrap my hands around her neck, no rosary

Yeah, I seen this bitch when I was in traffic, she said, "Why you ghostin' me?"

You know, bitch I keep it player, 'cause that's how it's 'posed to be

And we was just swappin' spit, now we don't talk, Bumblebee

I'm a great dane, but I got some pits up under me

Yeah, you ain't tryna fuck no black king, then I'm leavin'

Took my whole team to the Natty Bowl, Sarkisian

Triple-double, BLACK Westbrook, whole season

Yeah, whip it out, slap it on her face, off the Heezy

Two bands for the shoes, I only wore 'em once

She brung her friend in this bitch, you know we goin' up

I did the dash in this bitch, I'm finna spill a cup

The bitch said she want a Perc', now she throwin' up

Ay, ay lil' Zay, what do you want for the drank, ain't here to bargain (what you want, man?)

I just feed this bitch Percocet 10s and hard dick (yeah, yeah)

I just put two hunnid thousand on a tee from Target (go)

Four door space coupe, I'm outta here, a martian (outta here, a martian)

Four door space coupe, double park, leave it barkin'

New striker, put that bitch in drive, tryna park 'em

Just made a play, I got dirty money, on the carpet

Backstage, I wrote on her chest, with a sharpie, yeah

Yeah, dirty money, dirty Sprites, we got dirty Glocks with us

Every drop we got, nigga, we spint that bitch and shot it up

And you can put them niggas together and line 'em up, they won't amount to us

Flexin' them fives and them tens, bitch that's really not a lot to us

Turnin' five into ten, Five-seveN, F&N

I know she 'bout to go crazy, every time she tie her head

In a Benz space coupe, cup holder full of bands

Every song I'm punchin' in, I can't remember what I said

And every L I took is probably just a lesson to me

And if I get dressed, I'm fresh to death, nigga, even in my sleep

Watch how you talkin' to a boss, I got a mansion and a loft

I'm in my backyard playin' golf, you think I'm worried 'bout the cost? Nah

I'm the man in the Bay, got posters up like I'm missin'

Yeah, shoot 'til it clicks, stand over niggas like I'm pissin'

I ain't have no clothes to wear, I call up Yee, now I'm Rickin'

I ain't no panhandlin' nigga, I come from cross-country pimpin'

Look, nigga, five percent on every whip, bitch I can barely see

I got a house up in the hills, this ain't no Airbnb

Pink slip on every whip, you might scare me with a lease

They way the bitch lick her lips, I could tell she a freak

Yeah, 50 thousand all blues, but you can't tell because it's neat

I just listened to his tape, seven days, shit was weak

22nd, 33, bitch we everything but sweet

Keep the ARP under the ERD if shit get greezy

Hm, yeah, you know we really havin' this shit

Last night I fell asleep with all my chains on, hm

On my hip I keep a rocket, bankroll up in my pocket, nigga

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