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gotta make it work
my money, make it twerk
count up till my fingers hurt
rose up out the dirt
i was hurt, i was down low
luv with dirty, picked me up off the floor
i ball like actually
chillin, casually
these demons after me
run it up like athlete
i smash that mac n cheese
i'm blessed, you thought i sneezed
run it up, it bring the greed
turn it up, let up the speed
columbus to atlanta
bags, like i'm santa
lingo, excuse the grammar
i'm staying with the hammer
not no judge
but i'm known to keep a grudge
fake don't fly with me
boot up, get high with me
i'm real 100 percent
no money don't make no sense
peep game, you see the hints
stressed out, been getting tense
yo game, keep running it
the bag, they fumbling it
cookies, crumbling it
on this rolling tray
yo game, you choose the plays
roadrun the interstate
eat good like dinner dates
tinted out can't see the hate
split the pie, pass the plates
i can't lie
not no fake, in they face, no disguise
gotta make it work
my money, make it twerk
count up till my fingers hurt
rose up out the dirt
i was hurt, i was down low
luv with dirty, picked me up off the floor
i ball like actually
chillin, casually
these demons after me
run it up like athlete
i smash that mac n cheese
i'm blessed, you thought i sneezed
run it up, it bring the greed
turn it up, let up the speed
columbus to atlanta
bags, like i'm santa
lingo, excuse the grammar
i'm staying with the hammer
not no judge
but i'm known to keep a grudge
fake don't fly with me
boot up, get high with me