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[Intro] (Smokey tryna smoke a nigga) Yeah, alright, bitch (This that Greedy Money) Yeah, alright, look [Verse] Thirty times ten, do the math check I was playin' with some shit before I had sex Send that location, we pullin' down to your address Automatic when I shoot the three, I never half-step Bad bitch, big booty on her, but she got bad breath Bitch was gon' leave anyway when that bag left Ooh, I see his diamonds ain't hittin', he need a lab check Y'all still talkin' 'bout that hundred K, I done passed that Thirty million streams this year and I ain't press the gas yet But I remember we was sellin' 'bows out an Aztec Your bitch got a BBL, go get her ass checked I think I made six figures on my last check Okay, I'm lyin', it was only five I'm lookin' for a drag race like I'm Tony Bynes Niggas can't step in my shoes, this the only size I just bought a brand-new Glock 40, yeah, the police kind When them boys listen to your rap, they like, "I know he lyin'" In the D on Seven Mile, I'm finna order Coney Time Boy, that Rollie faker than a bitch, you on a phony time Shots fired and your man left, you on a lonely time Seventy-five on that K, goin' shot for shot When we lookin' for an opp, we go block to block Unc' still smokin' dope, he gon' shop for rocks Make a nigga shut the fuck up, no Papa Doc Slide on a different opp in the K5 Hit a bitch with the cold shoulders like I'm Jaiswan My favorite time to go slide is in the daytime Finna spend twenty-one thousand on my paint job I'm talkin' wetter than the ocean, you could surf on it Poured up some Hi-Tech, then mixed a lil' purp' on it Threw a switchy on my Glock, I love the jerk on it Bitch found out I fucked her best friend and had a hurt moment Inside of the Monte look like basketball skin Fucked an NBA bitch and had basketball twins I got a play for ten 'bows at the Mackinac Bridge Shit, my profit was a dime and I'm stackin' all ten Bitch, we run the rap game, I'm all-in You want a nigga gone, 1-800-CALL-BEN You the type to shoot a party up, expectin' all kids Sold the white boy a pint of Wock', it's really all thin Okay, the Patek or the Richard? Shit, I can't decide Before I go catch a body, I like to strategize I know a nigga next move 'cause I analyze Catch him walkin' with his kids, left him terrified Gave him a pass 'cause I don't like to shoot kids Nigga said he want smoke, hit him with two SIGs It's reclinin' backseats in my new Benz Man, you niggas can't rap and the truth is I'm a G.O.A.T. and y'all really can't fuck with a nigga I done nutted in her twice, now she stuck with a nigga Movin' at my own pace, ain't no rushin' a nigga Rockin' one-of-one shit, yeah, it's custom, my nigga Pint of Wock', sell it to the streets or should I drop it? I'm poppin' shit 'cause gettin' your ass beat wasn't an option J's don't come out 'til next week, but I got 'em Every gun you got up in your fleet, I done shot 'em Ball game, nigga, check the score, bitch, we up fifty I been important now, so it's kind of hard to get in touch with me Scream still tryna stab that bitch, I done fucked Sidney Went OT last month and made a buck-twenty I want a Lambo truck, but that Wraith on my mind I could drop it any day, I'm just waitin' on the time I get my shit early as fuck, I ain't waitin' in no line I'm comin' to your mama crib if you play with one of mine Loyalty the key, shit, that's all I know Five-gram Slapwoods, that's all I smoke If you ain't tryna spend no pape', what you callin' for? Bitch, my lungs good as fuck, inhale all the smoke I gave you niggas time to get off, now it's my turn Four-five hit him in his head, clip his sideburns I just got to flickin' at the whip, he took an odd turn Shoot first, then ask questions later is what I learned