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YNGN

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Spend a-lot of the money, got the racks
Spend alot of money on the rack,
Yeah, Yeah
(Bitch!)
She call I ignore it
Im up with the birds and I'm soaring, I throwing the money its pouring
Im feeling like Jordan, Im feeling like Horry
And she wanna f*ck, thats a whole different story
Im thinking she foreign
She like my money adore it
I f*ck her then kick her out the door
Hanging with me cause she thinking you boring
And she from the H but she Hollywood Whoring (Lets Go!)
(Bitch!) And the bad bitch so low-key
Fucking when we rolling off beans
She like the way I be flowing on beats
All of this money can't fit in my jeans oh, no no
If I leave from the H, Then I'm landing in Hollywood
All the money we ran up unstoppable
Envy around me this shit diabolical
Hate that we spending a check on a tropical, Vacay
They don't make the same money, We make
I can get a brand new fit each day
I can get a brand new whip relay
Blue face, brand new chips no lays
And I got money in every other bank
Bitch i got money I don't care what he think
I can take the bad bitch put her in mink (Yeah, Yeah)
No I'm not loving I'm not
No I cant bust in a thot
No I cant show her a-lot
She taking back and I told her kick rocks
Shit getting whack and my timing was off
F*ck her with nothing on but my two socks
This shit aint TOMMY this shit cost a-lot
Bitch I got money I got it on lock
Ran up a check I might go for a jog
Praying to god
YNGN the name I know she aint forgot
Cant f*ck around cause they know they'll get robbed
Can not come in, They aint selling no rocks, And that bitch gave me top
And I'm pimping they not
Hop on a track get it hot
This aint a boat, this a yacht
Don't think I got drama, No time for no plotting
Myself and My money, My clothes is exotic
This off the top no this shit never jotted
Baby hit this and take off in the rocket
I kicked the bitch out cause the bitch was psychotic
The second day I swear that bitch was forgotten
Aint it ironic
Hanging with dudes, faking love to narcotics
Aint for you, don't copy
Hanging with dudes that I hated, Symbolic
You cant show no love to a bitch, she a hobby
Man, who the f*ck?-
And I did what I did
You felt how you felt
It is what it is
You out getting hit
I cant give a shit
I smoke by myself
You smoking on mid
I look like a lick
My money is up, every night getting lit
My money is up, I can get any bitch (going up!)
They mad that I made it for real
Your man hold a gun, he don't kill
Fucking on broke boys aint helping you heal
Hanging with fakes it aint making you trill
Wishing you had some more guidance for real
Honest Im made for the bank, not the field
Ran up a check, I could thumb through a mill
No you aint seeing no money, no deal
Im making more money than you ever will (Lets go!)
She call I ignore it
Im up with the birds and I'm soaring, I throwing the money its pouring
Im feeling like Jordan, Im feeling like Horry
And she wanna f*ck, thats a whole different story
Im thinking she foreign
She like my money adore it
I f*ck her then kick her out the door
Hanging with me cause she thinking you boring
And she from the H but she Hollywood Whoring Yeah Yeah

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