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They know I'm counting the big bags
Pullin' up in a Benz, my bitch bad
You know I had to go risk that
Now they wondering how I done did that
My brother told me, "Gotta flip packs"
But the music is making me big racks
Know where I'm making my hits at
Got a hunnid on me, I don't miss that
I told my killers I love them to death
Got money on me, give a f*ck 'bout respect
Checking my heart and it's beating so fast
I pop me an X, I beat out my chest
Grew up, I made it, they call me a boss
I used to punch out, always checking the clock
Now I punch in, and I'm spitting these bars
I call up my momma, she said I'm a star
Switches on Glocks, fully automatic
No seat belt on, I'm swerving through traffic
Pop me a pill, got too many habits
If you talking down, we gon' get to clappin'
Every night I grinded, wishing I had it
They been sleeping on me, I just took advantage
80 racks inside my duffel, another 80 in my attic
Bought me a new patek
Riding in foreigns, I'm staying lowkey, I'm catching a jet to the islands
I told my brothers I'm breaking the bread, working we moving in silence
Diamonds on me, we stacking it up, on missions we flying in private
Bury the money inside of my safe, millions on me put inside it
Know I been moving in silence, hit the gas if we hearing them sirens
Been on the road getting mileage, and I been off them xannies I'm driving
Curve these bitches, no replying, off a jet moving out, I been flying
She hit me back? Imma slide in, told her, "Keep all our business in hiding"
Stuffing my jeans, with nothing but green
Got money on me, they never believed
Hunnids on hunnids I f*ck up the scene
They staring at me, yo' bitch on her knees
Bitch I'm a beast, I'm having a feast
We turning it up, I'm going OT
Every time that I work in overtime
I pop me an addy increasing my speed
Checking my pants and bags, Dior
When I'm done, she gon' ask for more
Couple tickets what I'm worth, for sure
Shooters 'round me, shooting up in the court
Lots of designers and brands I cannot pronounce
They was counting me all out
I had my back on the wall, nobody was helping me out
Now they watching out
Catch a shot, surrounded by blood
Finna pop, I'm sipping this mud
Danger to me, fill up in my guts
Suck me up, she making me bust
I hit the strip and I'm dropping these dubs
Purple on me and I'm filling my cup
F & N on me, we keeping it tucked
30 by 30 I ran up the plug
Riding in foreigns, I'm staying lowkey, I'm catching a jet to the islands
I told my brothers I'm breaking the bread, working we moving in silence
Diamonds on me, we stacking it up, on missions we flying in private
Bury the money inside of my safe, millions on me put inside it
Know I been moving in silence, hit the gas if we hearing them sirens
Been on the road getting mileage, and I been off them xannies I'm driving
Curve these bitches, no replying, off a jet moving out, I been flying
She hit me back? Imma slide in, told her, "Keep all our business in hiding"

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