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[Verse 1] No, I do not live my life on a budget Open them lips, ho, your face, I'ma fuck it Shawty runnin' straight through the money, I truck it Real shit, 300K for my bucket Handle your business, lil' baby, you yucky We get that chicken, I count it and pluck it Let off a hundred, if he live, he lucky Eighty-five hundred my pound, and it's musty Pussy been ran through, keep that dusty Water my neck, turn your bitch to a bustin' If that shit bleed every month, I can't trust it Young nigga call a nigga Sprite and they rushin' Chopper Gang killin' everything, nigga, hush Shawty goin' in, on fire, on ugly Mixin' Biscotti with White Runtz She know I got it, yes, I stunt Nothin' but exotic in my blunt Real big G, certified fund Night comin' in and they ready to hunt I'm really gettin' it, a million a month No, I'm not the nigga that your bitch hit one time AR a midget, I rock Saint Laurent [Chorus] Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him This codeine be havin' me trippin' and shit Skeet in that pussy, she thick as a bitch Raw that lil' pussy, I sushi'd it, rich Somebody tell him he die for a diss Laughin' like how in the fuck did you miss? I won't give nothing but money a kiss Perc', Perc', Perc', Perc', Percocet itch Perc', Perc', Perc', Perc', Percocet itch [Verse 2] I get this money, bitch, know that it's bomin' I just blew 200K on my youngin Tell them lil' bitches don't play with my money Pull up, I buck with the K and I'm drummin' Jeep on supercharge, yes, it's hummin' Count up a hundred while I spread the hummus Your watch insane, but shit, my wrist the dumbest IG, she lit, but in life, she the bummest Booger my Rollie, pour four in a liter I get this money, ho, follow the leader Fuck on her once, chop her down and delete her Know these lil' bitches be dyin' to meet him Know these lil' bitches be dyin' to eat him Rolls with the Royce, yes, I Forgi'd the feet up Too many niggas that wanna defeat him Trust on a bitch, no, no, no, we don't need 'em Heard you ain't cashin' out nothin', that's a big lease Spent 10K for the double-C dick fleece Knock a nigga off, that's the way you make shit cease Straight to the trash if my Air Force 1's crease I spend a bag on my family, fuck friends Never was datin', lil' ho, we was fuck friends Said that you're 'bout it, lil' nigga, then buck then Know that bitch tellin', go give 'em a buck-ten [Chorus] Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him Front page him, road rage him This codeine be havin' me trippin' and shit Skeet in that pussy, she thick as a bitch Raw that lil' pussy, I sushi'd it, rich Somebody tell him he die for a diss Laughin' like how in the fuck did you miss? I won't give nothing but money a kiss Perc', Perc', Perc', Perc', Percocet itch Perc', Perc', Perc', Perc', Percocet itch