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[Verse] Tryna use what I know to get where I wanna be I ain't tryna fuck your bitch, she was tryna fuck me Black and yellow on a band lookin' like a bumblebee Dirty Sprite is what I pour, always sippin' somethin' sweet Oh, you messin' with my team, tryna dip before I leave Don't mention me please, I'm not a computer geek I'll paint a nigga up, leave the nigga on fleek If they hit me with a case, couple months that bitch beat On my mama, fucked three hoes at one time in the suite Y'all need to hit the gym, dawg, 'cause y'all niggas weak Twenty bands was the ticket, made it all in a week I ain't even have to split it, nah, dawg, it's for me But at the same time I do it for Milly I do this shit for Dreeka, I do it for millions The weed can't even change the way I been feelin' On the fifty-fifth floor, on top of the buildin' Yeah, it's gettin' money the motive It's just me and my niggas tryna get this shit in motion I just send money to Brodi And it took a couple days but he sent somethin' from Oakland I be rollin' up that stanky I be fuckin' bad bitches, you be rollin' up in blankets I be in and out the safe And if you ever call me somethin', please don't ever call me prankin'