All that b*t*h wanted was a Birkin bag
I’m tryna get rich with my working a**
Never start crying, never stop working
So hit the email, put them beats in the dirt
When I pull up on them forgis, I know I left my guys hurt
I wouldn’t have done that if they didn’t snake me first
Almighty paved the way for Chicaglo
He told me “stay up off them blocks”, I couldn’t if I tried to
I remember kick the bobos, keep it real n***a
I’m some rapper, but I stay up in the field n***a
I can’t hear myself, so I rather keep it real with ya
And I ain’t snoozing like that, ain’t popping pills with ya
When I came though in that Porsche, on your face
American boy, American car, Americans boys are starting to race
This sh*t f**ked up that all the American boys are starting to hate
There’s some dead presidents in my pocket, I’m spending it all today
Why? ’cause I don’t give no f**k
I’ma make it back we tearing up venues and them clubs
And I get cash from my shows, girl your man he getting slugs
And every time I’m on this mic look I do this sh*t for Blood
All that b*t*h wanted was a Birkin bag
I’m tryna get rich with my working a**
Never start crying, never stop working
So hit the email, put them beats in the dirt
When I pull up on them forgis, I know I left my guys hurt
I wouldn’t have done that if they didn’t snake me first
Almighty paved the way for Chicaglo
He told me “stay up off them blocks”, I couldn’t if I tried to
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