| Yeah, whoa
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| Kenny Beats
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| I want that money and I’m on the grind to go get it
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| Bitch, I’m with Pablo and I’m 'bout to run up a milli
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| Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me
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| Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me
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| She suck on the dick like she toothless
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| Young niggas with me, they ruthless
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| We stepping out, we make movies
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| Hop in that foreign in Louis
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| They trying to take all the sauce
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| Young nigga, I’ve been the boss
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| Take off and run in your house
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| Hundred-round Draco, we air that bitch out
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| Pull up and walk in the party, they staring
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| We just so high, we not caring
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| Hopped out that brand new McLaren
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| We not the same, can’t compare them
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| Double C, drippin' Chanel
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| He go to jail, he gon' tell
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| I’m in the trap and I’m running through bales
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| We just get money and we cannot fail
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| All of my bitches, they dressed in the latest
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| Passing the bitch cake
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| And if I like her, I’ll take her on dates
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| My ex be dead to me, just like a weight
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| Every day, I’m in a new different state
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| I do not order nothing else but the steak
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| Country boy come in and we call them baked
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| We on they ass, we won’t give them a break
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| I want that money and I’m on the grind to go get it
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| Bitch, I’m with Pablo and I’m 'bout to run up a milli
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| Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me
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| Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me
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| She suck on the dick like she toothless
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| Young niggas with me, they ruthless
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| We stepping out, we make movies
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| Hop in that foreign in Louis
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| They trying to take all the sauce
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| Young nigga, I’ve been the boss
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| Take off and run in your house
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| Hundred-round Draco, we air that bitch out
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| I live in the concrete jungle, Jumanji
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| Diamonds, they look like Dasanis
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| Smoking gelato, counting money
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| Blue bankroll look like Sonic
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| I fucked that bitch in her stomach
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| I fucked that bitch on the floor
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| Riding dirty with a hundred
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| Dirty clip for the Draco
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| I’m in L.A. with the Loc’s
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| Me and Duke jumped on the boat
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| Hoodrich, I don’t fuck with petty hoes
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| Serving O’s like SpaghettiOs
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| Got carats, but them ain’t no vegetables
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| I want the cookies, no edibles
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| Backwoods looking like egg rolls
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| Fuck that little bitch, she ain’t nothing but a hoe
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| Trap with the chopper aimed at the door
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| Too many rats, put the safe in the floor
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| Serve you while I’m pulling up for a show
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| Shoot the chopper 'till my finger get sore
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| Be like Soprano
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| Fifty keys in the box, piano
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| Strip a nigga naked like D’Angelo
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| HoodWolf, not the animal
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| Gucci open-toed sandals
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| Fendi tie on, in the Bentley, getting handled
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| Fire his ass up, he a candle
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| Drinking Hi-Tech, we’ll put it in Fantas
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| I want that money and I’m on the grind to go get it
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| Bitch, I’m with Pablo and I’m 'bout to run up a milli
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| Got all my hood niggas, they in the booth with me
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| Dap all my niggas 'cause they all gon' shoot for me
|
| She suck on the dick like she toothless
|
| Young niggas with me, they ruthless
|
| We stepping out, we make movies
|
| Hop in that foreign in Louis
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| They trying to take all the sauce
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| Young nigga, I’ve been the boss
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| Take off and run in your house
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| Hundred-round Draco, we air that bitch out |