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Yeah
Pull up on him, flashin' huh, you had to put your top away
Yesterday I had that fin, but today is a chopper day
Shawty really havin' Ms, I can blow your lil' block away
I got Fat Joe off in this truck, it'll make him rock away
Even on my downtime, I'm posted up, countin' checks
I don't fuss and cry about these bitches, it's my biggest flex
Told her she got so much shit to learn, it's not exquisite yet
I can't lie, bitch I'm fried, I did not stop this mission yet
I ain't payin' mind to none of that shit, I swear I'm in my mode
They done sent him in that boy mode, he tryna break the code
He the hardest in the city, but he X'd out 'cause he told
Wanna party with the kid, then drop that
Bread and pay that toll (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I mix the cray in with the six
I can never praise a bitch, I shouldn't can't appraise a bitch
I see who tryin', I see who rich
Them folks be watchin' me, no Twitch
Fuck on both of them, that's twix
I don't know what niggas thought, just know I'm dyin' 'bout the bros
This money not made for all, they lose they mind with these choes
Not pokin' bitch, I'm just laughin' at we fire up and score
These bitches be litty now, they off some vibes, not no hoes



Writer(s): Bryan Simmons, Joshua Luellen, Hunter Addison Brown Copyright: Sony/atv Songs Llc



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