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[intro]
you f+cking with trent, by the way

[verse 1]
everyday, different f+cking things i’m seeing every motherf+cking day
you would think a n+gga dreaming way i’m gliding to this paper
b+tch, i hold my weight up
never getting f+cked up
i got glass on the table just to sniff this snow
i’m a junkie with the [?], i just thought that you should know
i only talk about myself, and my money, and my clothes
you ain’t with me, lil b+tch, you gone
‘cause i’ll keep this lil sh+t closed
i gotta keep this lil sh+t gone

[chorus]
playing for keeps, playing for bags
catch him on street, do a f+ck n+gga bad
b+tch talking ‘bout money, better tote my bag
i don’t even play, i get in, and that’s that
i got a thot b+tch eating up stacks
she don’t suck d+ck ‘cause she seeing my status
when we done, i dismiss her right back
the p+ssy was fun, but it came with some slack
how could i leave my lil brother [?]
look how i pop sh+t, look how i walked in this motherf+cker talking sh+t, i ain’t goin’ back
i’m on the path that’s making me millions of bags, you think that i’m gonna give up?
i see a bad b+tch, i got to ask for the address, just to know where i should walk
[verse 2]
b+tch, i’m playing for keeps
half of y’all n+ggas can’t hang with me (ouu)
i came ready to eat
i f+ck this b+tch, i’m already on e
man, stay away from me, get that fake sh+t far away from me
if you walked in this sp+ce with me, you best be ready catch a casualty
i’m moving pounds so casually
roll up a pound so casually
i’m counting kilos, n+gga, bought a liter
get the f+ck out the window, ‘cause i got the key
but the car got no window, you can’t even see
[?]
b+tch you not gone get a bigger plate than
me
you f+cking with trent, by the way
[?] out the f+cking door
pushed her in the uber, got the f+ck up
out of there
she was playing like a classy ho
like a n+gga stupid, like i ain’t know

[chorus]
playing for keeps, playing for bags
catch him on street, do a f+ck n+gga bad
b+tch talking ‘bout money, better tote my bag
i don’t even play, i get in, and that’s that
i got a thot b+tch eating up stacks
she don’t suck d+ck ‘cause she seeing my status
when we done, i dismiss her right back
the p+ssy was fun, but it came with some slack
how could i leave my lil brother [?]
look how i pop sh+t, look how i walked in this motherf+cker talking sh+t, i ain’t goin’ back
i’m on the path that’s making me millions of bags, you think that i’m gonna give up?
i see a bad b+tch, i got to ask for the address, just to know where i should walk



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