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Yeah, yeahI went right out of business for more cashI went 'Rari on 'Rari, we horse playin' (Mm-hmm)I can't go back and forth with your broke ass (For what?)Hold on, wait, matter fact, where your ho at? (Come here)On the block with a pound in the store bagI just left from the plug, tryna go back (Weren't you?)Keep a blick just incase this shit go bad (Bop-bop-bop)Brodie keep on the ski like he 4batzNiggas cap a lot, they don't got no hats (Cap)Terrified of the bottom, can't go back, nope (Never)If you right or you wrong, I'm with broskiMove in silence, don't make no commotion (Yeah)Show them boys how to pop it, for sure-skiClear the club, takin' shots, I got no sleepRunnin' this shit, got my hand in this shitif it's money involvedOkay, okay, okay, okay, yeahKillin' her shit, got two hands on her waistwhile I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it allOkay, okay, okay, okay (Grr, grr)Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shitif it's money involvedOkay, okay, okay, okay, yeahKillin' her shit, got two hands on her waistwhile I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it allOkay, okay, okay, okay (Grr, grr)Got a game in my palms, I'll fuck aroundwindmill this bitch, I done stick my whole arm in itI was lettin' them live for awhileput two feet on they necktell them bitches ain't done with 'emYou and bro 'posed to never fall outabout none of these women, don't cherish, have fun with 'emI got love for the streetsthey been down for me with or withoutI ain't breakin' my bond with 'emIf I want it, I get it, that's sippin' on Sundaydon't leave for the bank, I got the funds with me (Yeah)Told the plug to go down on the numberthe lawyer to go up on royalties (I ain't playin')Got her ass did, it went to her headIt got hot in here, ain't break a sweatRock a Urus the side of my left ear (No cap)I'm the reason she know how Jeff feel (Yeah)Made her squirt, I had popped me a black pill (Woah)In L. A. , let her go off in Maxville (Go ahead)I don't care what he did, he a rat still (Fuck him)And I said what I said, don't at me (Yeah)Street rapper, contract, top athlete (Yeah)Two M's out the tap, that was last week (Paid)Low-key, but the blogs still attack me (Why?)T'd up, I been turnt since the backseatRunnin' this shit, got my hand in this shitif it's money involvedOkay, okay, okay, okay, yeahKillin' her shit, got two hands on her waistwhile I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it allOkay, okay, okay, okay (Grr, grr)Runnin' this shit, got my hand in this shitif it's money involvedOkay, okay, okay, okay, yeahKillin' her shit, got two hands on her waistwhile I'm beatin' her shit, she be takin' it allOkay, okay, okay, okay (Grr, grr)
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