I been gettin money yeah you ain't know
Drop a bag on his head better duck low
He don't want no smoke boy he'll get popped like crisco
I got big racks on me they think I'm sellin dope
Say you gettin to it I'm like oh no
I been havin hoes in a holy mole
Just flew to Barcelona off another four
Shit got me so high it's like I'm slow mo
How you ain't know? Glock it hold a four O
Mini chopper on me but this bitch it don't fold
I say baby I can put you on if you don't fold
She wanna come hang with me but I wanna hang with the bros
No this bitch ain't talkin money she just wanna smoke my dope
Okay it's startin to get old
They wanna kill me yeah I know, but I don't care
Walk in bitches stop n stare
She like what you doing here?
And I'm like you ain't gotta know
She let me hit from the rear, sippin lean like this shit beer
No it ain't no lil nigga I fear
Cause niggas know I got my pole
Huh, shake that ass bitch hit that pole
No I don't care how that shit goes all I know is I'm still here
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