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Let the band play
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Okay, ayy
Cash out if I want it (For real, though)
The money got blood all on it (For real, though)
The money got blood all on it, yeah
The money got blood all on it (For real, though)
Bad b#tch with me on it (For real, though)
n#gg# wanna beat me, don’t it?
With the money got blood all on it
Yeah, the money got blood all on it (Hey)
My young n#gg#s ready to shoot (Down)
‘Cause they ain’t got nothin’ to lose (Down)
He said, it’s f#ck everybody and f#ck everything, he got somethin’ to prove (Down)
In the trenches pullin’ moves (Got ‘еm)
A hundred racks in blues
In a shoebox, hеll nah, that don’t make no motherf#ckin’ shoes
Took a motor out a ‘Vette put it in a Chevelle (Switch it up)
Do my dirt all by myself ’cause these n#gg#s gon’ tell (I swear)
She look like God sent her from Heaven but she fine as hell (Bad)
I’m sendin’ {?} five stage, I just broke my scale
Look who just caught a murder and I just post his bails (Yeah)
Doing donuts on the ‘Rari, I’m a major player (Skrrt)
Send bags to the hood and to the opps I send some shells
Never talk on a phone and never leave a paper trail
Super bad b#tch with a body like {Buffy ?} (Woah)
Went to see my jeweler, spent a million like it’s nothin’ (A million)
I got on too much ice, she caught the flu when she f#ck me (Uh)
Plain Jane Richard Mille, I told my jeweler, “Bust it”
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