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If it ain't money and love what would you for?
The pussy is free but the cost
We can give you all of the streams and you all of the game
But you the dickhead jerked off
My gun hotter than yardi food with jerk sauce
He ain't a good man why he at Bergdorf?
Kid on the whip, take a trip to see
Come from a strip where it's lit, yeah the barrel
Live low in the cab like I'm using the satellite
Bandits go to war so is battle life
My lil' nigga told me that is the new white
to God 'cause I seen what a demon can do twice
In the day it's yellow gold in the evening it's ice
And we lighting medicine 'cause is flu-like
Two guns, two mics, I'm moving my two nikes in
Any I touch I can move it in two nights

I live it up my niggas and we got the pictures
It's speed bumps and potholes on road to riches
I'm still the same nigga was eating free lunches
the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches
Hear say I'm on and I got it made
Man I'm just tryna make sure that my bills paid
They counting pockets worried 'bout what I ran through
How can I myself with what another man do?

Rob me and I guarantee that the semi
Set up shop and I can get this off on any
20 Spots I'm buying everybody's crop
My got a glass eye just like Fetty Wap
And I don't bop
In the club I city
I got the drum bitches pulling titties out
Long hard white ain't get me rich enough
I'm headed, yeah I couldn't get it quick enough
I'm from a city where they'll kill you if you it up
You can tell what I'm when I lit it up
No mask, broad day they'll make you it up
20 Mil in the back of a pick-up
Six phones, big still clip clones
Get stoned, buy a pound burn it till it's
Good vibes, good yeah I'm really on
Wake up in the morning Perignon

I it up with my niggas and we got the pictures
It's speed and potholes on this road to riches
I'm still the same lil' nigga was eating lunches
Played the hand that I was dealt and I with the punches
Hear everybody say I'm on and I got it
Man I'm just tryna make sure that my bills paid
They pockets they worried bout what I ran through
How can I concern myself with another man do?

I consider myself amongst the elite, think I speak
Feds on 'em the month on the creep, gunning in sneaks
Deuce style
Move wild, new gun new
I came up on a few
Butter like "Booyah!"
Two coupé style
All your was legible
get frightening get nervous you heard was federal
First class I push a button my a bed now
In the clouds thinking bout most of them dead now
I hardly stress used to spend the night on the stoop
When Stella got her back
Leezy gave me a flag, wrong
You chose to be
What made you that?
with my next bitch
Guess is the new black
like ID we keep 'em
Brought the to the beacon
Since Tim Duncan was a demon
I done see the
Father did fed time, missed a lot of my
Karl on that Fendi
Fur by the

I live it up my niggas and we got the pictures
It's speed and potholes on this road to riches
I'm still the same lil' was eating free lunches
the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches
Hear everybody say I'm on and I got it
Man I'm just tryna make sure that my family's bills
counting pockets they worried bout what I ran through
How can I concern myself what another man do?