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I come from a city where that money make them bitches watch
I take my bread to fly and see them wings you at the chicken spot
Lame ass niggas get me hot, this Glock 9 got a 50 shot
50 Clip so I advise you stop with all that silly shit
My baby got a membership, club with all exotic women
Pradas with the linen, got these model bitches grinning
BCBG, Loubiton, told my ex I'm moving on
Bad boy like I move with Sean
Far from cheap I keep them dollars spending
I don't know where you came from, but all my niggas do one thing
Load it up, let it off, she polish me till my gun clean
Hit south beach with no sunscreen, my dutch brown but I puff green
Hands on like a touch screen, she let me rip but don't trust me
And I know why, I'm a wildcat but ain't never played with Kentucky
Remember days they wouldn't touch me
Now I'm getting paid they wanna fuck me
Black shades with the rugby
Can't buy those, these custom made
White low but the bucket grey
She don't fuck with E, she in love with Dave
I ain't tryna leave you and I don't wanna lose you
When I be on the road with them hoes I would choose you
I don't understand but they love me more than usual
I'm sticking to my plans, 100 grams and a new coupe
Tryna get this cake back, I don't wanna waste time
Money, I'ma make that, heard it through the grapevine
Lot of niggas hate that, kill em and I ain't signed
Bottles of Rosé crack, I'm tryna have a great time
Overdose, on my sex she overdose
Shaking when I stroke it slow
We higher than the Poconos
Mountain top, time to place that pussy in a boxing ring
Boxing match, Mayweather I beat it up no doubting that
Her nigga he just can't compare, I don't even make it fair
Feeling great, her face up in that pillow case, her makeup there
We be going round for round, pass out, same spot we wake up in
We fuck on all the furniture, won't stop until we break a chair
Rip the couch, I ain't into cuddling or kissing mouth
Twist em out, I just let em smoke and keep em liquored out
Buying out the bar, OG kush flying out the car
She know she riding with a star, FDR flying in my car
I get them bad bitches up out the club
I'm smoking, knocking The Weeknd
Bout to dive in that deep end, I wanna fuck and just be friends
Wake me up when I'm sleeping, she so soft when she touch me
I'm going son, she on one, I told your bitch don't love me
Now it's ugly
I ain't tryna leave you and I don't wanna lose you
When I be on the road with them hoes I would choose you
I don't understand but they love me more than usual
I'm sticking to my plans, 100 grams and a new coupe
Tryna get this cake back, I don't wanna waste time
Money, I'ma make that, heard it through the grapevine
Lot of niggas hate that, kill em and I ain't signed
Bottles of Rosé crack, I'm tryna have a great time
Started off in a hoopty, then I said I want the truck
Late night, got a text, shorty said she wanna fuck
Need some love, voice sounding sad like she need a hug
Every time she tell me slow it down I get to speeding up





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