Count a hundun in my sleep
The money mean everything to me
Cut the paper, pretty please
The chrome, you can get slapped with the chrome
I get the bag on my own
I’m sendin’ them n#gg#s in and they gettin’ ’em gone
And boy, that’s fasho
Hi, I go by Dior, lil’ shawty, that’s if you ain’t know
Okay, I’m from the 4, woah
Okay, you know how it go, woah
My shawty a demon, she rockin’ Palm Angels, for real
That boy got up and got out, how can you blame ’em? Off the rip
Smokin’ that Plain Jane, now that boy seein’ faces, I’m for real
Big crib, it sit in the hills
Might get the big body coupe, color teal
Then I lеt the bigger man go take thе wheel (God)
I say what I want, n#gg#, what you feel
For real, sh#t, there’s no man I fear
Hop on a p jet, Leer
She a busy body, get the f#ck from here
Drive the wide body, know wassup, come here
If it ain’t ’bout the money, don’t even come near
Money talk, if it ain’t money talk, I can’t hear
Yeah, the way these n#gg#’s livin’ unreal
Shawty wanna feel alive, she pop a pill
And I been itchin’ for smoke, so what’s the deal?
I might wipe a n#gg# nose, I came to kill (Got the flame)
The chrome, you can get slapped with the chrome
I get the bag on my own
I’m sendin’ them n#gg#s in and they gettin’ ’em gone
And boy, that’s fasho
Hi, I go by Dior, lil’ shawty, that’s if you ain’t know
Okay, I’m from the 4, woah
Okay, you know how it go, woah
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