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Uh, oh
I'm on they ass like some white on some rice
Everything off the dome, I don't like what I write
Know these niggas all cap, they gon' type what they type
Oh, oh, L462, on Granny
Oh, okay

Couple dollars a day keep my pockets okay
From the trenches where we don't use banks
We stuff bands in the safe
I was in mama's uterus thinkin' 'bout cake
Know they research the drip, I ain't spillin' the drank
Mama always told me do what I'm 'posed to

Blue-strip Benji's, only thing that I'm close to
Bitch, I'ma do what I want to

Give her dick, I'ma fuck with my chains on
She don't know what to do, she ain't used to this
I ain't really want none of the foolishness
I get money, don't do none of that stupid shit
I'm a youngin' who act up, so I'm pourin' the Act' up
Dick in her back, fuck her back up
She call me daddy while I pull her tracks up
Ballin' on niggas, I need a new matchup
Oh my God, these niggas be fake, they be cappin'
Ballin' like AI, don't need me no practice
My personal safe used to be in my mattress
Surprised and I know they ain't think I would do it
Bro gotta eat, I'ma show 'em to do it

Don't give a fuck what they think 'bout my music
I'm still makin' money, they hopin' I lose it
I'm never gon' stop 'til that Patek got boogers
And mama can kick up her feet in the hills
Rainbow the money, got twenties and fifties
But my favorite dollar got blue on the bill
I rock Armani, Givenchy, and Gucci
I remember them days I was steppin' in Fila
Said I wouldn't be shit, so I showed my ass
I got doubted by every single one of my teachers

Couple dollars a day keep my pockets okay
From the trenches where we don't use banks
We stuff bands in the safe
I was in mama's uterus thinkin' 'bout cake
Know they research the drip, I ain't spillin' the drank
Mama always told me do what I'm 'posed to

Blue-strip Benji's, only thing that I'm close to
Bitch, I'ma do what I want to

I got sick of the bitches, gon' ball now
To the top, ain't no way I'ma fall down
I remember when them bitches tried to dub me
All them thotties wanna call now
I can't ever go back to the basics
They took a nap and woke up when I made it
I mix the X and the lean to get faded
They wanna talk to me now that I'm famous
Life is a gamble, I'm shootin' my dice
Bitch, I'm poppin' the tag, give a fuck 'bout the price
Bitch, I'm postin' a pic', give a fuck 'bout a like
Bitch, I been on they ass like some white on some rice

Always go off the dome, I don't like what I write
Know them niggas all cap, they gon' type what they type
Heard he hang with the rats, I got snakes who will strike
Mama, they thinkin' 'bout takin' my life
Ain't that shit crazy? I'm only a youngin'
And niggas show envy, them niggas wan' kill me
I got me a dime and she stay by my side
No, she can't do no trick for no mofuckin' penny
I split it with the gang, how the fuck am I stingy?
Got shooters on go, man, that shit can get busy
And my diamonds ain't SI, I rock VVS
Chandelier, when I walk you can see me
I remember they wouldn't buy my CD
Now they wan' see me 'cause I'm goin' RiRi
I made the drip, all these niggas wan' be me

Stack up that bread for them people who need me
Split that shit up with the gang, ain't no way that I'm greedy
It ain't this easy, I make it look easy
This off the dome, you ain't gotta believe me
I'm goin' so hard, wanna star on that TV

Couple dollars a day keep my pockets okay
From the trenches where we don't use banks
We stuff bands in the safe
I was in mama's uterus thinkin' 'bout cake
Know they research the drip, I ain't spillin' the drank
Mama always told me do what I'm 'posed to
Blue-strip Benji's, only thing that I'm close to
Bitch, I'ma do what I want to

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