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Tryna get the cash dawg
Straight to the money
Pull up to the addy
And the fit is stuntin
Cute girls all around
Like playboy bunnies
If you ain't come to help
Then you ain't get nothin
Used to rock solo
Now I f*ck four hoes
Chillen with the same bros
My gang stay ten toes
Thousand dollar deal close
Shoppin for some Louis clothes
Try and do me dirty then yo ass get exposed
And filled with bullet holes
Choppa arrange your funeral
I'm tryna get rich while you sittin in a cubicle
Addicted to the wealth it's bad for my health
I hop up on the track and I wanna rain hell
Spittin shit from my past from the dope I would sell
And the glock I'd carry by my seatbelt
When I was down nobody woulda helped
So ion f*ck with no man from my past self
Cause I got some homies now who ain't switch or tell
Went to jail for my last bitch and she ain't even care
I know some bitch fools who wrote statements
They always on the same shit
Keep movin stupid when you really shoulda changed it
But now you're street famous
Bitch is your alias
You a rat too you luckily you ain't brainless
How many times you got robbed with your ass on the pavement
Used to rock solo
Now I f*ck four hoes
Chillen with the same bros
My gang stay ten toes
Thousand dollar deal close
Shoppin for some Louis clothes
Try and do me dirty then yo ass get exposed
And filled with bullet holes
Choppa arrange your funeral
I'm tryna get rich while you sittin in a cubicle
I don't say I'm big shit
Bitch I just am
Makin money off the flip
In an hour make a grand
Double back for more
Cause my custys like my fans
I started makin money the trap changed my plans
Had to get a second phone cause my line bumpin
That's when I knew I made somethin out of nothin
I stay on my grind cause I be money huntin
Half of yall talk big game but be bluffin
Used to rock solo
Now I f*ck four hoes
Chillen with the same bros
My gang stay ten toes
Thousand dollar deal close
Shoppin for some Louis clothes
Try and do me dirty then yo ass get exposed
And filled with bullet holes
Choppa arrange your funeral
I'm tryna get rich while you sittin in a cubicle
Addicted to the wealth it's bad for my health
I hop up on the track and I wanna rain hell
Spittin shit from my past from the dope I would sell
And the glock I'd carry by my seatbelt
When I was down nobody woulda helped
So ion f*ck with no man from my past self
Cause I got some homies now who ain't switch or tell
Went to jail for my last bitch and she ain't even care
I know some bitch fools who wrote statements
They always on the same shit
Keep movin stupid when you really shoulda changed it
But now you're street famous
Bitch is your alias
You a rat too you luckily you ain't brainless
How many times you got robbed with your ass on the pavement
I don't say I'm big shit
Bitch I just am
Makin money off the flip
In an hour make a grand
Double back for more
Cause my custys like my fans
I started makin money the trap changed my plans
Had to get a second phone cause my line bumpin
That's when I knew I made somethin out of nothin
I stay on my grind cause I be money huntin
Half of yall talk big game but be bluffin

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