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[intro]
(yah) yah+yah, yah, i love you
yah, yah, yah+yah, yah
yah (d+mn, yah), yah, yah
yah+yah, yah, yah
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (woah)

[verse 1]
b+tch, i get that cash and flip it (i flip it)
money stack, i trip it (ah)
that b+tch want my racks, she trippin’
i got what she’s missing
that n+gga broke, his money a midget
that b+tch a ho, she can’t be my mistress
i pull a radical, all of my glocks, i ain’t missing, yah
while i’m f+cking this b+tch, i tell myself, “don’t get attached” (don’t get attached)
i tell myself i can never go back
i did it again and she’s stuck on my neck, yeah (stuck on my neck)
f+ck that money, come back, how you doing?
n+gga, i was born to flex
never like i got a stick in the bag
you cross that line, you get hit with the [bleh?], yuh
f+ck it, i’m getting that cash, oh, yeah
she talking ’bout, “give me a bag”
n+gga, f+ck my opps, them n+ggas some [?]
n+gga, let me get up, let me hit ’em with fashion
i’m on top of [?]
i’m f+cking this b+tch, she get beat to the [?]
i ain’t f+ck that up and y’all gotta catch it
i hop on and roll, this sh+t get so messy
after i f+ck, she get kicked out [?]
bbs, l on my size, balenci’
i had my opp, got me doing the griddy
i can’t wife up that thot, this b+tch be greedy
[verse 2]
ridin’ with a big+ass arp in the city
i don’t f+ck with these n+ggas, they [queer?], they [?]
i don’t f+ck with a thot, b+tch, they tryna get me
i see my opp, i’ma give his ass .50
another bucket
n+gga, they pressin’ [?], i say, “f+ck it”
old+ass n+ggas talking sh+t, n+gga kicking b+tts
if you’re still alive, you’re lucky
count it up, b+tch, i’m a rich as [jack?]
i was never that, b+tch, i was never a [?]
i’m f+cking [?] for a whole lotta money
n+gga, you can’t score, your ass like bronny (oh, yeah)

[chorus]
she can change my life, she can change my soul
i can’t change my life, this just how it goes
i’ma enjoy my high, ’cause i was at my low
i control my life, b+tch, i’m on my own (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
b+tch, i get that cash and flip it (i flip it)
money+money stack, i trip it (ah)
that b+tch want my racks, she trippin’
i got what she’s missing
that n+gga broke, his money a midget
that b+tch a ho, she can’t be my mistress
i pull a radical, all of my glocks, i ain’t missing, yah
while i’m f+cking this b+tch, i tell myself, “don’t get attached” (don’t get attached)
i tell myself i can never go back
i did it again and she’s stuck on my neck, yeah
f+ck that money, come back, how you doing?
n+gga, i was born to flex, never like i got a stick in the bag
you cross that line, you get hit with the [bleh?], yuh
f+ck it, i’m getting that cash, oh, yeah
she talking ’bout, “give me a bag”
n+gga, f+ck my opps, them n+ggas some [?]
n+gga, let me get up, let me hit ’em with fashion
i’m on top of [?]
i’m f+cking this b+tch, she get beat to the [?]
i ain’t f+ck that up and y’all gotta catch it
i hop on and roll, this sh+t get so messy (yah, yah)
i had my opp, got me—
i had my opp, got me doing the griddy
i see my opp and i’m—
i see my opp and i’m gettin’ the .50
i don’t f+ck with the thot, b+tch, they tryna get me
[outro]
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