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ka$hdami – figures lyrics

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[intro]
grrah+boaw+boaw+boaw
bee, fah, fah

[verse]
made a opp disappear, n+gga, like a genie
your b+tch givin’ head, like a beanie
he cap for the net ’cause he won’t come see me
i’m signed to the streets, i ain’t signing no treatie
and i’m movin’ these packs like a motherf+ckin’ widget
and i’m spinnin’ his block like a motherf+ckin’ fidget
you rock hand me down, n+gga, my sh+t fitted
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, yo’ whole block get it
don’t go back there, boy, yo’ thot in the back
i came up off a play and i ain’t goin’ back
boy, you n+ggas ain’t gang, ain’t no flag on your back
i’m f+ckin’ this b+tch and i’m pulling her tracks
if he keep talkin’ sh+t, i’ma send him his b+tch, traps
me and my gang got big straps
said he bettеr than me, i don’t get that
and yo’ man just died, gеt your l!ck back
you needa get your l!ck back, n+gga
i’m in new york and i’m countin’ up figures
hundreds and fifty’s look good in my pictures
these n+ggas want beef with me just ’cause i’m richer
lil’ dami going up
i ain’t lovin’ these hoes, they gon’ f+ck up my trust
gettin’ this money a must
if my bro throw the oop, i’ma run that sh+t up
[outro]
made a opp disappear, n+gga, like a genie
your b+tch givin’ head, like a beanie
he cap for the net ’cause he won’t come see me
i’m signed to the streets, i ain’t signing no treatie
and i’m movin’ these packs like a motherf+ckin’ widget
and i’m spinnin’ his block like a motherf+ckin’ fidget
you rock hand me down, n+gga, my sh+t fitted
i ain’t goin’ for nothin’, yo’ whole block get it
don’t go back there, boy, yo’ thot in the back
i came up off a play and i ain’t goin’ back
boy, you n+ggas ain’t gang, ain’t no flag on your back
i’m f+ckin’ this b+tch and i’m pulling her tracks
if he keep talkin’ sh+t, i’ma send him his b+tch, traps
me and my gang got big straps
said he better than me, i don’t get that
and yo’ man just died, get your l!ck back
you needa get your l!ck back, n+gga
i’m in new york and i’m countin’ up figures
hundreds and fifty’s look good in my pictures
these n+ggas want beef with me just ’cause i’m richer
lil’ dami going up
i ain’t lovin’ these hoes, they gon’ f+ck up my trust
gettin’ this money a must
if my bro throw the oop, i’ma run that sh+t up (gang)