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(ooh) (ahhh) 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 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 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 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 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 I
told bro road to the millions So I'ma get money,
I'm not tryna lose (ooh)