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Ayy, ayy-ayy
Cash make everything go my way
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus, my truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us, we punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the way
I put a bitch in Marine Serre, however you say it, that's back in the day
She want to twin and the matchin' Balenci', the bitch want the gang to call her gang
Real pretty ho, I salute, you gather your troops, surround these waves, get ranked
Cash make everything go my way
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus, my truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us, we punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the way
I put a bitch in Marine Serre, however you say it, that's back in the day
She want to twin and the matchin' Balenci', the bitch want the gang to call her gang
Real pretty ho, I salute, you gather your troops, surround these waves, get ranked
Think I just got déjà vu, I did this before, and y'all both had the same name
I bought that Lamb' for you, I barely had one and I know that drive you brazy
Shit, Dan said, "I changed", I feel him
Too slime, no Boog gang with me
Too slime, no Pop on the stand
I'm God, I'm Satan on Xans
Nigga still do a Track' over Benz
We rich, but we miss our friends
If they was here, we would probably bump heads
You ain't rich if it ain't got to your head
Saw your text, and it's better on read
I flex, and you better off dead
Niggas broke, can't bap on fam'
Shit, shit, twenty mil' off rap, I'm serious
I ain't even think hard on the lyrics
I was sick about that ho, but I cured it
I bought that Lamb' for you, I barely had one and I know that drive you brazy
Shit, Dan said, "I changed", I feel him
Too slime, no Boog gang with me
Too slime, no Pop on the stand
I'm God, I'm Satan on Xans
Nigga still do a Track' over Benz
We rich, but we miss our friends
If they was here, we would probably bump heads
You ain't rich if it ain't got to your head
Saw your text, and it's better on read
I flex, and you better off dead
Niggas broke, can't bap on fam'
Shit, shit, twenty mil' off rap, I'm serious
I ain't even think hard on the lyrics
I was sick about that ho, but I cured it
My neighbors, they hate my Track', but they never be complainin' 'bout the Urus
That drank shit cap feel like Act', new red don't even taste like syrup
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my–, ayy, ayy
I make everything go my way, I pull up
I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus, my truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us, we punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the–
Ayy, I make everything go my way
Ayy, I make , ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy, I make everything go my way
That drank shit cap feel like Act', new red don't even taste like syrup
I pull up, I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my–, ayy, ayy
I make everything go my way, I pull up
I ain't even really come with a lot, just enough to remember my face
I used to rap on the bus, my truck got a mini fridge, we storin' the drank
Whatever you need, it's for us, we punish the greedy, I love you, but you in the–
Ayy, I make everything go my way
Ayy, I make , ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy, I make everything go my way
Ayy, ayy, ayy
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