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Guys are just moving mints. The amount of money I'm gonna be making would Hurt your parents' feelings. Uh-huh. Remember the class where I taught you all How to make it rain? That's what I'm gonna Be doing every single night. A'ight, a'ight. Turn down what? Production. Close them windows. Shut. Or I gotta drive with tints. Dim 'em. 'Cause I keep smoke and indo. Can't even trust these chicks. No. Hood rats, they giving out info. So I just mind my biz. But you know that I keep me a bimbo. Yeah. Trapped with a sharp one like Sinbad. Why? 'Cause I rap on tracks 'bout a sin Though. Them man don't even make good music. But it's mad how the boys just sing though. Rats. Two packs up in the bando. Can't go home 'til it's bingo. Trap. Remember had cats from Spain. Them man used to call me gringo. Oh. Niggas like me do road. You're never gonna find me at home. Yeah. You could put them on a X-ray. You're never gonna find no backbone. I could sleep with the trees in the house. Yeah. But never did I bring my crack home. Never. Now my email's jumping. All Inbox coming like a crack phone. Yeah. We've just been playing with sacks. Racks. We don't know nothing 'bout saxos. No. Two liter, no tax. Just style and pattern on the back road. My girl shaped like a bottle of Cola. Bottle touch, that's tropical rhythms. Yes. 'Round here ain't nothing but dingers, pipes, Rackers, hate, and dinners. Uh. Everything I do just extra. Extra. Inside all nectar. Orange. These boots made by Kanye. These Air Max made by Skepta. Yes. Lifestyle, Mac 10s, and diamonds. A'ight. Really don't see no pressure. Where? Stepped in here like a mannequin. A'ight. Really didn't see no fresher. Who? I mix petrol with ting. I'm in a two-seater with tings. Two. Scales and cling. Now I'm at the round table with kings. Bosses. Niggas don't really wanna swing. We don't wanna see Trilly in a dings. That's nothing but load and ling. Two tap and your headtop flings. A'ight.