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Yeah, uh, yeah

Ran me up a check, I used have nothin'
She gon' come and suck me 'til I'm numb
Good brain like she student of the month
She say that that money make her cum
Ooh, she drop dead gorgeous
Crop top Porsches, drop top Forgis
Tryna dodge police, top five gorgeous
Icebox stonies, yeah I got it on me, mmh

Yeah from rags to riches
Met the baddest bitches
Say they best friends and
I had 'em kissin', i like nasty women
We got percies if you want that, she on that
If she bad you know I want
That, but I can't raw that, mmh
(no) don't assume that I'm your boo, mmh
Baby lose the attitude, mmh
I refuse to be a fool, mmh (ayy)
Thought we was cool, what's up with you, mmh
(uh uh)
Yeah you a hottie, but I know you thottie
Mmh (I do)
Might throw a party, but you not invited, mmh
(your crew)
Look at my army, swear it look like Follies
Mmh (they too lit)
That thang poppin', swear
It's like hydraulics, mmh
(Kap G)

Walk down on it, uh, yeah
Nigga think he got me, that's a dead homie
Yeah pop out with that thirty, hold on, uh
Fuck a fed homie
I be on it early, hold on, ooh
I got bread homie
Why my cup so dirty, yeah, I go 730, yeah
Fuckin' on his thot, man come
Get this bitch, come hurry, yeah
I be on the block posted
Up with that lil thirty, ooh
Ice all on my watch, yeah my
Left wrist so damn blurry, ooh, ooh
Run that check up, it's a derby, ooh, uh
Yeah
Bentley coupe, yeah, cost a birdie, yeah
Yeah
Forgiato, no no you can't curve me, uh, yeah
Beatin' up that pack, give it no mercy

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