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[chorus]
gon’ off a med okay
sippin’ on red okay okay
met a bad b-tch in la, but she wanna come to the h
claim that he rich, lil’ n-gga no way
i took his b-tch, turn his b-tch to my b-tch
‘cuz she heard i stack my chips, frito-lay
i ain’t made it yet but i’m on my way
they see me gettin’ money now they wanna hate
choppa gon’ rip like a d-mn beyblade
i done seen it all, i never get fazed
808 choppa, this b-tch got b-ss
no that’s not a pimple, a beam on his face
these n-ggas be trippin, i knock off they lace
don’t care what you think, not a d-mn survey
my ma saw my money she was so amazed

[refrain]
got them racks on me, they astonishing
she threw me the p-ssy, imma punish it
can’t play wimme like i’m on punishment
these n-ggas my sons, they my descent
this gucci cologne, it be my scent
his b-tch gon set him up, just like a tent
i caught em’ lacking at the d-mn event
he didn’t stand a chance, i gotta admit

[verse]
got a white b-tch, like alexa bliss
i’m not fighting, cuz i keep the gl!ck
i don’t need a shooter, i know imma hit
gotta beam on the glock
how the f-ck can i miss ?
they see all my clothes
“how the f-ck you get this?”
i feel like i’m summrs, this rich n-gga sh-t

[verse 2]
finna copt a h-llcat
b-tch i’m a muf-cking demon
she tryna throw me the cat
lil’ b-tch, swallow my semon
finna go get some prada from saks
i don’t gotta have a d-mn reason
how imma trust that lil’ nat?
hmm? they switch like the seasons

[refrain]
got them racks on me, they astonishing
she threw me the p-ssy, imma punish it
can’t play wimme like i’m on punishment
these n-ggas my sons, they my descent
this gucci cologne, it be my scent
his b-tch gon set him up, just like a tent
i caught em’ lacking at the d-mn event
he didn’t stand a chance, i gotta admit

[chorus]
gon’ off a med okay
sippin’ on red okay okay
met a bad b-tch in la, but she wanna come to the h
claim that he rich, lil’ n-gga no way
i took his b-tch, turn his b-tch to my b-tch
‘cuz she heard i stack my chips, frito-lay
i ain’t made it yet but i’m on my way
they see me gettin’ money now they wanna hate
choppa gon’ rip like a d-mn beyblade
i done seen it all, i never get fazed
808 choppa, this b-tch got b-ss
no that’s not a pimple, a beam on his face
these n-ggas be trippin, i knock off they lace
don’t care what you think, not a d-mn survey
my ma saw my money she was so amazed



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