Ayo, yuh slide to the left slight to the left
Let’s go, fight making money right of the bag you be not
Turn off the lights, turn off the lights like trump, we got that pump
Bought a dump truck just to stack my cash (stacking it uh)
Running fast like the flash to the cash, pull up with the choppa make the opps do the monster mash
Make ‘em dash away from me, this gon leave more than a rash
Cause your music is trash
b#tch go touch some grass
You ain’t never touched no paper you broke you poor
And you poor cause you thought you’d make a living off being a ho walk out the door
Cash I’m getting more, your life is full of gore
Count a milli, one, two, three, four
Six, seven, eight, nine, pull out the nine
Pull out the iron while I’m smoking some pine
b#tch treat the suns, cause I’m out here dying, cause you ain’t trying to revive me, I was alive
Make ‘em die, taking a bribe
I don’t apologize for cursing
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