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[intro: lil duke]
dee money n-gga
real sh-t
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 1: lil duke]
just bought a pint so the whole team can sip
(just bought a pint so the whole team can sip)
n-gga talk crazy get hit in the lip
(n-gga talk crazy get hit in his sh-t)
i am so low key but i’m in the vip
(i am so low key but i’m in the vip)
i didn’t get sent i got it on my hip
kickin’ that b-tch and you know she’s a rip (woah)

[pre-chorus: lil duke]
i’m not the player, i’m the coach
if you want then just order the boat
i just want piece of the bread (bread)
’cause b-tch i came for the loaf (loaf)
put on some sh-t so i can dance on the low (huh)
p-ssy get tortured and hung on a rope (p-ssy get)
cut off his finger and leave him a note (cut of his)
when you play dirty that’s how this sh-t go

[chorus: gunna]
i had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope
i had to break it down and get it sold
i got some money, went and fed the po
i kept it silent, i would never fold
i know you remember ’cause i can see the floor
i used to broke, now i became a boss
my n-ggas hard, the opposite of soft
i got me a glock, i might just shoot the law

[verse 2: lil duke]
paid for that sh-t and don’t look at the cost
i used to be broke and now i’ma young boss
toppin’ sh-t on me and i might like some floss
got a bad bit’ just like diana ross
my n-ggas ain’t soft and i’m high as a loft
[?] ain’t no high but i’m talkin’
christian, my louboutin wallet be walkin’
put your head up for an auction
whippin’ up, baby’s a doctor
all the bad b-tches be flockin’
sellin’ out shows and we walkin’
p-ssy -ss n-gga just blockin’
we out in public, soon as we spot ’em we poppin’
bro you might need you a doctor
no limimt soldiers, all my n-ggas bad
we do not focus, all my n-ggas silent

[pre-chorus: lil duke]
i’m not the player, i’m the coach
if you want then just order the boat
i just want piece of the bread (bread)
’cause b-tch i came for the loaf (loaf)
put on some sh-t so i can dance on the low (huh)
p-ssy get tortured and hung on a rope (p-ssy get)
cut off his finger and leave him a note (cut of his)
when you play dirty that’s how this sh-t go

[chorus: gunna]
i had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope
i had to break it down and get it sold
i got some money, went and fed the po
i kept it silent, i would never fold
i know you remember ’cause i can see the floor
i used to broke, now i became a boss
my n-ggas hard, the opposite of soft
i got me a glock, i might just shoot the law

[verse 3: gunna]
all of my n-ggas rock solid
n-ggas ain’t hard, they hard body (hard body)
my [?] a borin’ gotti
run outside wit’ a stick and i caught a body (caught a body)
caught that ap, apologize, we sorry (sorry)
i remember i used to rock [?]
b-tch i came from the bottom, bottom, bottom
i got n-ggas that never seen a ‘rari
i was broke, went from a little to a lotta (little to a lotta)
went to neiman’s, yeah, caught my b-tch some prada
i went straight to balmain, i skipped the robin’s
gunna-gunna can’t [?] b-tch, i cannot pop it
that lil’ baby boy soft, boy he need to stop it
got your b-tch in my room, give her sloppy-toppy
yeah that left clip the drip that tryna copy
don’t let me slip out wit’ my pocket rocket

[pre-chorus: lil duke]
i’m not the player, i’m the coach
if you want then just order the boat
i just want piece of the bread (bread)
’cause b-tch i came for the loaf (loaf)
put on some sh-t so i can dance on the low (huh)
p-ssy get tortured and hung on a rope (p-ssy get)
cut off his finger and leave him a note (cut of his)
when you play dirty that’s how this sh-t go

[chorus: gunna]
i had to hit it, thousand pounds of dope
i had to break it down and get it sold
i got some money, went and fed the po
i kept it silent, i would never fold
i know you remember ’cause i can see the floor
i used to broke, now i became a boss
my n-ggas hard, the opposite of soft
i got me a glock, i might just shoot the law



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