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Okay, please excuse my manners

I got rich when I manned up

Got the Son of Odin hammer on me

I might just blam ya

Got a bad bitch on my right, instead of hating on me

Go and get your bands up

I be grinding yeah all night, so when I can't sleep

Pour fours in Fanta

And I just hopped on a flight so I might have a record deal in Atlanta

And this bad bitch want the pipe

So I might give it to her soon as I land, yeah

Boy I just couldn't even think right till I got all of my business handled

So I just gave the bitch one night and then I left without no answer

Ouuwee, she can make that body rock

She can make that body rock

She can make that body rock

Body rock, she can make that body rock

She can make that body rock

Body rock

Body rock

Body rock

Body rock

Body rock

Okay, ride with the mob we gone rob all your work

That's your job, your bitch giving me slob in that drop top vert

Okay I bossed up and now all of a sudden they tryna work

Okay I'm balling right now, I just bought my bitch a brand new purse

My ex be calling my phone

I don't ever answer that though

I'm only gone answer that phone for that dough opportunity just to make more

I got tinted windows on my whip, riding round with your bitch

With a chopper on me, let it blow

I got way too much shit on my mind

I don't know what to do with it

Fuck it I might let it go

Go hit the gym

Run run run run run run

Go hit the gym

Run run run run run run

Go hit the gym

Run run run run run run

Go hit the gym

Run run run run run run