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Fold tops? Fuck that, we got every bag
Prolly bout to cop a Speedway cuz we got heavy gas
Bitch I remember days when I couldn't get a sack
So I'm stacking every penny even if it's petty cash
Hella cheese on the floor and you don't see pape
I'm turning up on niggas, I ain't giving leeway
Bitch I be blowing more gas than any V8
Ain't traveled all quarantine but ran it up in each state
Really riding with band bands, shout out to Polo
Make a hoe say YOLO cuz she know her nigga so broke
Deliver some exotics but that other shit a no go
I shouldn't even let you shop cuz you cheap, dodo
I'm up and niggas know it's stuck
Pull up behind tint, but the hoes know it's us
I can't eat pistachios but ya boy been going nuts
I ain't got a Robinhood, bitch my stock going up
Lil bitch I'm feeling great
I love to get pape, I love to switch states, play with twenties but love a big face aye
I love some new hoes, I love some new clothes I love them fresh bows
Lil bitch I'm feeling great
New whip, new plays, new bitch, good brain, boss nigga made it to a whole thang
I'm a young turnt nigga, give a fuck if they hate
If you ain't fucking, lil bitch I gotta skate
Lil bitch I'm feeling great
I don't want relationships, I just fuck hoes
Bro could really stop trapping, he just love bows
I be acting broke, but on the low could blow a check
Cuz I could turn a metro into a fiend rolodex
I done turned a paycheck into a lifestyle
Mama say I need a job, she think I swipe now
Been married to the cheese, y'all newly weds
Ever got blowed playing with a stack that you couldn't spread
Man these niggas played they self
Had the ball now you back at tryouts, I know you hate yourself
I'm self made, boy I pay myself
Went broke and got it back, I damn near couldn't contain myself
All the real tune in when I drop something
No scale on me, I ain't tripping if the cops coming
Ain't sitting in a trap, but I could get a spot jumping