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tre loaded - don't know how to act lyrics

[intro]
(say breezy, haha)
yeah, loaded, know what i’m sayin’, yeah (bang, bang, bang)
and i’m in the studio right now with that ice on me, you know what i’m sayin’ (no cap)
n+gga got money now, i don’t know how to act, n+gga (brian produced this b+tch and you know i ate this ho, on god)
yeah, woah, ayy

[chorus]
now i got money, don’t know how to act (yeah, yeah)
i pop sh+t for the times that i couldn’t (woah)
and i’m forever gon’ take me a risk, put some ice on my wrist, i do sh+t n+ggas wouldn’t (no cap)
and we got exotic flavors, loud, this sh+t wakin’ the neighbors, this dope what we pushin’ (on god, on god)
i give her d+ck, hittin’ her naval
i’m standin’ tall like a table, don’t do too much lookin

[verse 1]
you n+ggas not on sh+t
she see that i’m gettin’ cheese, now she not your b+tch (yeah)
i try to stay out the mix
they don’t wanna see me shine like a solar eclipse (no)
you n+ggas shakin’ your hips
i’m tryna up from the hip, made him run and he slipped (bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
i’m countin’ these blues like nip
what’s in my cup you can’t sip, i’m up next, had to skip (okay)
ayy, if i catch me an opp, shoot his ass in the face or the leg, have em walkin’ it out (bang, bang)
if you say that you gon’ do somethin’ to me, when i see you then do it, ain’t talkin’ it out (woah, woah)
and i ain’t waitin’ on you to shoot first, put his ass in a he+rs+ ’cause i’m poppin’ it off (on god)
we scratchin’ sh+t off the list
i’ll ball that boy up like a fist, and we knockin’ ’em off (ball)
walkin’ through tsa, sixty k in a book bag
and these b+tches be broke, they just look bad
you still a b+tch, i don’t care if you look mad
every time i took a loss, bet i shook back
n+gga take some from me, gon’ get took back
why you starin’? got somethin’ you can look at
i got folks callin’, tryna see where to book at
i got your b+tch on my line, where the hook at?
[chorus]
now i got money, don’t know how to act
i pop sh+t for the times that i couldn’t (yeah)
and i’m forever gon’ take me a risk, put some ice on my wrist, i do sh+t n+ggas wouldn’t
and we got exotic flavors, loud, this sh+t wakin’ the neighbors, this dope what we pushin’ (on god, on god)
i give her d+ck, hittin’ her naval
i’m standin’ tall like a table, don’t do too much lookin (bang, yeah)

[verse 2]
ayy, f+ck all that drillin’, b+tch, show me some money (show some money)
show a ten, n+gga, i’ll show a hundred (show a hundred)
never forget all the days i was bummy
i got some n+ggas hop out like a bunny (yeah)
i make one call and know that they comin’ (okay)
wasn’t around when a n+gga was slummin’
and my sh+t hittin’, the lil’ ho said that i’m stunnin’
say you a stepper, but why was you runnin’? (why you runnin’?)
say you a stepper but you never stepped (never)
went and got it, ain’t need no help
movin’ this weight, had to get in my reps
that ain’t no ‘za, boy, you smokin’ on deps
he tryna rap, keep that sh+t to yourself
i don’t beef, i want money and wealth
when i walk through, the hoes losin’ they breath
think i’m goin’ broke, must be smokin’ on meth (ha)
[chorus]
now i got money, don’t know how to act
i pop sh+t for the times that i couldn’t (yeah)
and i’m forever gon’ take me a risk, put some ice on my wrist, i do sh+t n+ggas wouldn’t (no)
and we got exotic flavors, loud, this sh+t wakin’ the neighbors, this dope what we pushin’
i give her d+ck, hittin’ her naval
i’m standin’ tall like a table, don’t do too much lookin

- tre loaded lyrics

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