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You tryna say that I'm stupid
Know the Glock got a switch and that shit gonna shoot at you like a Cupid (Becker)
I got six figures in my bank account, nigga, you won't recoupe it
We gonna spin that boy block 'round like a mo'fuckin' Rubik's
You know I pull up with my gang, gang
Catch one, let's get hang, hang
Wake up, count my money, walk in the bank, it's the same thing
I be needin' grill, I might go hit up Johnny Dang, wait
Call my choppa Whitney Houston, that shit just might sing, wait
If you don't want no static or no smoke get out my way, way
Yeah, I do this shit for a living (uh)
Foot up on the couch countin' money, nigga, know I been chillin'
And you don't wanna see me mad, bitch, I might turn into a villain (yeah)
Making my way to the top, you stuck at the bottom, so don't try to say we're the same
Still with the same gang, still with the same chain, don't try to say I changed (nah)
Tryna take me, who? Who tryna take me, which bitch nigga know my name?
Know I'ma blow, I'ma get to the top, so you hop on that mofuckin' train while I'm mofuckin' at it
Getting that money, I'm an addict (yeah)
Let a nigga know I got at it (yeah)
Got no bitches, nigga, know you bad at that (yeah)
I'm going up, nigga, know I'm glad at that
Had a couple brothers that stabbed my back
But now I'm getting back, know I'm back on track
I never lie, bitch, I speak facts, on God
I get all my clothes direct while you shop on that 'line (uh)
I don't give a fuck, you want a feature, get in line (yeah)
I be Heaven sent, but best know that I'm on that demon time
If you fuck with me, I hope you know I might commit a crime
In that coupe (bitch), already know that shit be fuckin' speedin'
I been going up and this shit happened for a fuckin' reason
If you wan' betray my trust, I hope you know I'll commit treason
Said, "I miss you," bitch, I know you do, I know you fuckin' need me
See the problem, I don't give a fuck, I go blind like I'm Stevie
I ain't do my job correct, if I walk out, then know I'm bleedin'
If they catch me, know they caught me, catch me on that CCTV
Know you wan' be me, that's why you talkin' shit, you wanna be me
You tryna say that I'm stupid
Know the Glock got a switch and that shit gonna shoot at you like a Cupid
I got six figures in my bank account, nigga, you won't recoupe it
We gonna spin that boy block 'round like a mo'fuckin' Rubik's
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Becker)