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Ayy, just left the trap in a Maybach I told driver don't
spill my 'gnac I told lil' bitch wait 'til we get to
the crib She tryna attack
I done hurt my hand countin' up money Goddamn,
I'm tryna go fast Bae just want Prada,
she ain't never wear expensive fast Say Swift don't even know you,
boy Don't even touch the tag Say dangerous,
won't say stay safe 'Cause niggas is gettin' cracked I can't black
out for the blunt Kinda like lookin' at my diamonds in the
sun In and out all day You fuck around,
run into me in the bank My palms itchin',
money on my mind You fuck around,
see my face I'ma show the bitch how to get new pape'
Yeah, that's the definition of the game Lil' bitch just caught me
Master P I don't fuck around,
pull up in a tank Lil' bitch just handed me thirty thousand
I can't break no change I'm eatin' that Ocean Prime I told
my nigga want another pair And I ain't even check my size
She like diamonds in face And she put it right in the
place
Turned out, I'm feelin' like space Finna fold this bitch like a
crab Ayy, ayy, do my dougie Do my dance every time I
get money
Spend ten thousand on four seats I can't afford for you to
touch me
Wake up way in the morning If I smoke a blunt,
I ain't grumpy Ayy,
ayy, I need me a double I'ma put both the drugs in
a bundle
Gucci shirt, yeah, I'm king of the jungle
We the top of the tunnel right under you
Last you dropped like you live in a booth F color diamonds
in my tooth
Ask Damani Jewelers for the proof Put the foreign Canadian Goose
You know money make a bitch move
When you jump in the game,
stick to the rules
I told bro road to the millions So I'ma get money,
I'm not tryna lose