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She said Wave you bout to blow and I want you to stop
Sometimes I wanna hug you, sometimes it's the block
Look, I don't want o's
Im just tryna do shows But when money touch my hand I like it a lot
She said Wave you bout to blow and I want you to stop
Sometimes I wanna hug you, sometimes it's the block
Look, I don't want o's
Im just tryna do shows But when money touch my hand I like it a lot
Money coming, people hating on me
They getting madder tho
Cuz I ain't even flexin, it just starting to show
I ain't mad
The Shit is comical
They confirm you're doing right
That's just how you know
Skizzy on me
Brick and the dizzy on me
Gotta drive slow 'cause them people watchin
I been on my grizzle i don't see it stopping
Fruits of my labor ain't no need for talking
Bitches choose up I don't gotta trick hoes
And I don't feel bad 'cause they all sickos
If you're coming with enough
Shorty I can boss you up
So I Only do dimes I don't do nickles
Micro-dose the shrooms cause it heals the trauma
Sit back with my tea, slip into a coma
Got a lucid mind, good health the controller
I don't smoke a lot of weed but love the aroma
I Keep mixing up the count when I count the cash like
This my third time tryna count the cash (uh)
Got a lot to do, shit is taking long
But every genius borderline psychopath
Oh. Wait. forgot to meditate
Feel I'm straying gotta re-center and get it straight
Mind different I don't even gotta medicate
Flow heavens gates
Bars heavy, yours feather weight
I don't say a lot I do a lot
That's why I elevate
I ain't got no time to boo up
I ain't Ella mai
Fiends love the taste work yellow like lemonade
I don't do betrays, get slayed if you renegade
I'm doing road like I'm truckin down interstate
I'm a big nigga a lot of food on my dinner plate