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Arm finna lead me in this quarter backing (touchdown)
Make a quarter off this ratchet hit man get to blasting
Nova with the fashion, too fly automatic
Thought it was a wishing well, flip this quarter magic
She drop it to floor kuz these niggas gotta have It
Ain't got no money she ain't gon even gonna pass it
Long as that's established, you are more than welcome back in
Go & get some mugga, rain dance get em clapping
Ones to them 100s, all them bitches paper stacking
Can't fuck with broke hoes, that'll never happen
Tricking ain't the game pimpin, we forever Macking
Splashing all on you, she gon drop it like a habit
We creating addicts, ass tagging Ben's flashing (100s)
Need blue for the white, this Orlando Magic
Ass get to tweaking like her thighs on the spasm
That peach thrown in your face you will die happy
Welcome To the function party of the year
You gon get seen no matter where
Cameras all around everybody finna stare
Choose your platform show it off here
Challenge on the Tik Tok, show it off here
Drop it on the snap for me, show it off here
Do it for the gram baby, show it off here
We Live on the book, show it off here
OT with the drillas, every killa on go
Green light into traffic, hit em with this pole
Pay ticket watch em disappear like a ghost
Only tag I'm worried about is one fitting your toe
Sliding out to Hartford or to the city of Rose (Norwich)
If it's money on the line, then so is these hoes
Gangsta in that mode, get it knocking like Bose
This your moment like performing at the Super Bowl
Word to Bussa Bussa you don't this FlipMode
Pimp just looking for a holly like grove (sounds familiar)
Hustle to this flow, first Milli the goal
Legitimize investments & wash all this coke
Main attraction the show, ladies touch your toes
Ina private lounge, peaches sell when it's slow
Ain't shy when that flash on, let that camera roll
Only fans a side piece like biscuit to the holst