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Retro you the goat 
Retro you the goat

You call me up on the weekend 
We ain't even  Speaking I'm on my own 
I'm at the top getting paid
You ain't want me back then 
Cause I was dead broke 
Now I'm throwing out checks 
Cuban link on my neck Got Baguettes on my throat 
I ain't running from shit 
Got my mind focused retro you the goat 

Why you calling my phone now 
Why you play with my heart 
Said that you would hold me down 
Lie to me cause I'm fragile 
I don't trust no snake busting at them ops now 
All my bro's don't back down 
Foreign whips that I drive now 
Yea 

I ain't worried bout you can not prove me wrong 
Said that you love me but you 
Still go and do me wrong
I ain't wanna f*ck but the perks they turn me on
Demon on my shoulder angel egging the demon on  
You ain't seen drip like this 
Why you let it get like this 
You gon let me f*ck first night 
Nah I can never ever love a bitch like dis 

You ain't seen drip like this 
Why you let it get like this 
You gon let me f*ck first night 
Nah I can never ever love a bitch like dis 

You call me up on the weekend 
We ain't even  Speaking I'm on my own 
I'm at the top getting paid
You ain't want me back then 
Cause I was dead broke 
Now I'm throwing out checks 
Cuban link on my neck Got Baguettes on my throat 
I ain't running from shit 
Got my mind focused retro you the goat 

I ain't worried bout nun, I'm so focused
See me winning now you want some
And I ain't notice
You ain't never love me it was lust 
You so bogus
I ain't got nobody I can trust, I hope you notice 
You gon notice when I pull up 

You call me up on the weekend 
We ain't even  Speaking I'm on my own 
I'm at the top getting paid
You ain't want me back then 
Cause I was dead broke 
Now I'm throwing out checks 
Cuban link on my neck
Got Baguettes on my throat 
I ain't running from shit 
Got my mind focused retro you the goat 

Mama told me not to love no hoe 
Mama told me not to trust no bitch 
Don't give a f*ck bout my dad 
I ain't worried bout His ass 
Cause he ain't never taught me shit 
I got my head in my bag 
I been stacking my cash 
Know me I'm just tryna get rich 
I'm with a shorty an she bad
All she do is smoke gas 
Turn up cause I'm tryna get lit 
Get mad say I ain't shit 
Cause I won't spend the night, yea  
You pulling on my fit 
Want me to get you right 
Please do not kill my vibe 
Please don't ruin my night, yea 
Bust down don't know no time 
Addies sedate my mind 
You ain't seen drip like this 
Why you let it get like this 
You gon let me f*ck first night 
Nah I can never ever love a bitch like dis 

You ain't seen drip like this 
Why you let it get like this 
You gon let me f*ck first night 
Nah I can never ever love a bitch like dis 

You call me up on the weekend 
We ain't even  Speaking I'm on my own 
I'm at the top getting paid
You ain't want me back then 
Cause I was dead broke 
Now I'm throwing out checks 
Cuban link on my neck Got Baguettes on my throat 
I ain't running from shit 
Got my mind focused retro you the goat 

I ain't worried bout nun, I'm so focused
See me winning now you want some
And I ain't notice
You ain't never love me it was lust 
You so bogus
I ain't got nobody I can trust, I hope you notice 
You gon notice when I pull up

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