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[Verse 1] Smoking on 3.5 can't roll with the packaging I had to turn off my phone, niggas know that's they taggin wit, (tag-tag) Stay with the bloods in the wide and they jacking no bap wit it, (no bap) My money bool like sonic i'm chasing the bag wit it Got the chrome hearts on, bitch i'm lord of the rings, (lord-lord) Six digits lil bitch that's your morgage to me That bitch can't hit on my line, she want it from me Yuh, i'm a sick man, Randy Orton got the voices on me Yuh, yuh, sippin the drank, nod off Got the Porsche it's [?] walls That lil bitch, both tryna hop off [verse 2] swing the pole like top golf Bitch i got my rocks off He 5,2 can't pop off He too ass, can't pop off Ran 2k up, dropped off Money bag get dropedp off Fit stay red like hot sauce Bitch, yea, i don't know what to say anymore, i'm too up Niggas acting fake tough, they be on court, nigga get off my nuts Yuh, nigga talking on me ima up the score, nigga turn that shit up Yuh, bitch i made a million last year, and you can't hold a dub Had to let that go nigga he fumble it Got that bitch on my bed and pumbling Try the racks money spread, it's tumbling Bitch i'm rollin off thrax, i'm thumbing it Bitch i fuck with the money i cum in it Bitch i'm in the strip club with the 1's in it Her mouth like the crib, got my son in it I'm a bitch and he found a lil 1 in it Yea she begging for me, she wanting it I'm a big nigga but i'm running it Up the FN. at yo honey nigg' I'm not joking lil bro ain't no pun it
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- maajins