I been gettin money yeah you ain’t know
Drop a bag on his head better duck low
He don’t want no smoke boy he’ll get popped like crisco
I got big racks on me they think I’m sellin dope
Say you gettin to it I’m like oh no
I been havin hoes in a holy mole
Just flew to Barcelona off another four
sh#t got me so high it’s like I’m slow mo
How you ain’t know? Glock it hold a four O
Mini chopper on me but this b#tch it don’t fold
I say baby I can put you on if you don’t fold
She wanna come hang with me but I wanna hang with the bros
No this b#tch ain’t talkin money she just wanna smoke my dope
Okay it’s startin to get old
They wanna kill me yeah I know, but I don’t care
Walk in b#tches stop n stare
She like what you doing here?
And I’m like you ain’t gotta know
She let me hit from the rear, sippin lean like this sh#t beer
No it ain’t no lil n#gg# I fear
Cause n#gg#s know I got my pole
Huh, shake that #ss b#tch hit that pole
No I don’t care how that sh#t goes all I know is I’m still here
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