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Lyrics

[Intro: Biv] I am fucked up, yuh [Verse 1: Biv] Big ego on the bitch, I bet I seen enough Seen them comin from a mile, so we doubled up Sympathy ain't trust, seen them bounce like it's double Dutch Holy fuck, signed they soul, for the devil suck [Hook: Biv] Big bags, big tags, money make her jet lag Feeling like 100 like the loaded mag Big bags, big tags, money make her jet lag Feeling like 100, yuh, yuh [Verse 2: Biv] Half you fuckas parasite Living in the past life, pass time get passed by You odd, got too bozo to cut ties I seen the pussy boy in ya fuckin stride, simpin Deaded to the cost of the system Bitches on they knees, no religion, sick em Bustin through the kitchen, for a smidgen Fuck around and visit where you livin I put my plans on everything I want more than I need like fify racks in the jean To throw it at they teeth, chit chat came back, just to make a scene Stanley with the clip, cut the green for the team That's a fam, fuck a friend, fuck you mean? You had big dreams, and big tings But thoughts of me been a daily routine Bitch thought she got it like me Sad that they only ever wanna be seen [Chorus: Biv, BLCKK, Both] You talk a lot for a money feign You talk a lot for a money feign You talk a lot for a money feign (Yeah. uh) You talk a lot, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, uh) [Verse 3: BLCKK] You talk a lot for a money fiend You said it's ones boy it better be Shit changed I be fucking growing money trees And what the fuck made you think about me differently I put the work like it's motherfucking ten of me Ya brother dead I think it's motherfucking meant to be I get em burnt, give a fuck bout what you think of me And get them bands like I need that shit to fucking breathe, skrt Off that motherfucking lot i get my brother from the dirt Motherfucker did a lot, yeah I bet that shit hurt Yes I'm trippin oh my god you tellin me you never heard? I seen everybody ever fuck with me been getting burnt Give 'em no favors, fuck what you came for Bad 48 cause you found out what you made for Kickin in the same door, that money was not yours Just because you think that you can rap doesn't buy tours Y'all about to die poor Pick that shit the fuck up you gon' find out what you die for Y'all ain't bout to settle once you realize that you want more Think about that shit before you worry bout how I score Yeah, bitch how I score [Outro: BLCKK] (Give 'em no favors, fuck what you came for) (Bad 48 cause you found out what you made-) (Bad-Bad-in the same door, that money was not yours) (Just because you-Just because you-rap doesn't buy-buy)