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[Intro] 'Bout this shit free, I say Freebandz, but, nigga After you go through all that shit, think I'm finna let a nigga come and goddamn take what I done did, man, all these dudes I done paid? Man, I paid, man, this shit blood, sweet, and tears for this shit, man Nigga ain't finna do nothin' 'bout this cash, boy For real, boy I'll go to war It ain't even about going to war, I ain't going to war for what's mine Ayy, ha, double R shit, double R shit Bitch-ass nigga Double R shit You know what I'm saying, nigga? You know, this money shit been gettin' way too easy Money shit way too— [Chorus] I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that nigga too broke, ha Ridin' 'round Houston, nigga, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto [Verse] Yeah, Really Rich, bitch, do what I want, I been rockin' Arc'teryx, ho, in any climate (Pussy) Why they keep hittin' my line? That shit ain't 'bout money, they know I'm declinin' Young nigga slimy, my niggas grimy, we never duckin' no violence My niggas grimy, you niggas hidin', they'll take you down for your diamonds I been had 'fore I was rhyming Bitch, before I was walkin' Ayy, before I was talkin' Pussy-ass nigga tryna flex in front of them hoes, have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah) Yeah, with the Draco, bitch-ass nigga, we gon' spark him He just a rat with a pole He a rat, but he doing the most (Ha) Bitch-ass nigga should've known (Bitch-ass nigga should've) Bitch-ass nigga get— (Bitch-ass nigga get trolled) Yeah, get zoed, nigga Glock 45, nigga, Glock 30, it's gon' fold him We having motion (We having motion) You know that shit on the floor (That shit on) My brother flip anything, nigga, come this way Pussy-ass rap niggas mad than a bitch 'cause I don't fake kick it when I'm in LA All of my diamonds, they hit, all my bitches, they lit, no, he can't say the same Bitch, just look at my wrist, I'm rich, okay, my fit all black, it's Rick All of my niggas on house arrest, yeah, they fighting them cases and shit [Chorus] I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that nigga too broke, ha Ridin' 'round Houston, nigga, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on- [Outro] Yeah, nigga, on Pluto We way too geeked on Pluto We way too geeked on—