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Lyrics

[Intro] Whoo ('Bout the money, nigga, ah) [Verse 1: Beno] Bad bitch got swag, she from out of town I'm 'bout dope sellin', he don't sell a pound Could've bought a [?], my bond was 300 thou' Made 250 thou' before twelve, trap shut it— (Down) Ouu, ouu, get your bitch 'fore I bust her down Ouu, ouu, better be lucky, I just turned her down I was raised around kingpins, I was born with a hunnid thou' [Verse 2: BabyTron] I'm workin' on my eighth figure, what's a hunnid now? Lil' brodie won in the game, he gettin' buckets now Couldn't sneak the button in the function, we gon' stomp him out Think she slim-thick, fat shit got her stomach out Think her baby daddy got stripes, he get punked around Rubber AP plain for now, but I'ma bust it down I don't buy no zippеrs 'less it's BAPE, shit, I'm puffin' pounds Paid a hunnid thou' so my truck could growl She was skinny back in high school, she got a thumpеr now Ooh, shit, I'll bump her now Why my cup so foul? Why my blunt so loud? Always tattle tale back in school, he a undo' now He was prom king senior year, he a custo' now Come outside, I'd hate to fuck up your house RIP Scam, head hurts, then run up some miles I don't need a stylist, they gon' fuck up the style I had them do-it's all in court, fuckin' up the trial [Verse 3: Beno & BabyTron] Ouu, me and Tron with your bitch at Rollin' Loud Ouu, in Miami, at the office throwin' thousands You ain't got no paper on you, get the fuck from 'round me Tryna keep our business private out of public housin' Baby [?] suffer public housin' out of public housin' Fifty thou' stuffed in both pockets, in the hotrod smilin' I have his hat on the wall, leave his brains mounted Unc' work the pot like a slave, pullin' chains out it Ouu, yeah, I fucked his main, shouldn't have came around me Ouu, I be on the road if you tryna find me I-I-I-I do the dash, the feds get behind me G-G Code, you never die 'bout it, you ain't gotta remind me I just jumped a twelve sharp and I ain't take a break Bitch, we could split these zip plays, just thumb through the pape' Her head straight, but her pussy wet like a lake Uh, Tik Tok cuddy slide, throw 'em Forgi' dinner plates So much ice in the spot, we doin' figure eights So much ice in the spot, you might slip away Turnt with twenty [?], yo' lame ass on a Tinder date Boy, I got a bigger bank, watch got the bigger face Neph' got his hands on the tablet, bet your whip get yanked The opps could damn near build a crib, they a brick away On the road jacked up, but it ain't Triple A Everything heavy this way, y'all some middleweights [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia Long live Scam, you know Huh, RIP Chris (Nyah-ah-ah-ah) Hey, hey, hey