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They like to talk but I like to get violent
Drop a 8 in the pop now the sprite turning violet
Racks thicker than thigh pads I look like a lineman
Hot as hell with a chain on I'm changing the climate
Stop flexing the hemi we know that the cat leased
Red dots light up his face like some acne
Feds out tapping my phone tryna track me
Big dog bitches see me and harass me
Hottest nigga out but you knew this
I just made a hundred and blew it
They know I speak money I'm fluent
Can't swallow the bar gotta chew this
Wasn't going to class I had bows in the hall
Niggas looking for me I bring poles in the mall
Down bad in your room you got holes in your wall
Drop a bean in the sprite watching xannies dissolve
I'm blowing loud I ain't watching my tone
Main hoe mad said I'm never at home
Same one sad she be calling my phone
She said Eli I miss you I still feel alone
Sent a message half swipe I ain't read that
I'm addicted to money might relapse
Niggas Pooh boy I don't want yo feedback
I be rolling all night need to relax
Trash man say Eli you keep bags
Like a model they know that I keep mags
I drink straight out the bottle I need that
Foreign breaking the throttle we leave jags
Designer shades on me you can't see me cry
Off the weed I'm R Kelly believe I can fly
Momma told me slow down don't believe I can die
Dick got her in love should've left the hoe dry
No I couldn't wait for marriage man Eli a treesh
Like I walk with a puzzle know I gotta piece
And I stack up my money my spread looking neat
Now I run to the money my J's gotta a crease
12 gauge in pants gassed up with a pump
Nigga who bout to wrestle I'm not cm punk
Shawty want me change do I look a chump
In the vip pouring sixes that shit got me slumped
When I walk in the bank nigga I feel at home
If you ain't touching money we can't get along
If you ain't talking money I hang up the phone
I love you Eli that make the hoes sing along
Hot as hell in the spot nigga I got a fan tucked
Pouring up drop nigga dirtied my Fanta
Broke is something I'm not boy I'm running these bands up
So my pockets got knots like them bitches got cancer
F*ck an iMessage nigga we got techs
Didn't know when I left her id be depressed
F*ck freeing yo guys nigga free the rest
No need to pick sides nigga we the best
F*ck sliding and spinning put the car in park
Man she know her role and she gone play her part
Quick to let this bitch bust hoe imma shooting star
Imma paint on her face baby I'm making art
Five percent on the coupe so now it's extra dark
Just poured up the goop so now my soda dark
Ain't gone lie this new girl got my entire heart
I sent this to Teej he told me it was hard
She said that they broke can't be talking bout us
These niggas be switching only few I trust
Ain't worried bout hoes it's a sin to lust
Get her in the backseat that's a must

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