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Nigga, bust a dab, cannon, make a move, Feel how they shake the spot. All of these Bitches on my jock. Now we rollin' on the Raw fuck cops to the second degree. Birth to a strange day of getting cash the Point that I had to pop a white. Guess who do it? Gather jewels together chase my Luck again. Stay in the shade, make it real And spend some cake. Fuck the job, green is Ours, money, green is what I'm all about. Tryna survive on the rise, me and Rah, the South. We gonna know what paid off for us, Ready to whip some beats. Come and get some, know it was, back from Jumping that old Mercedes. GTL Southpaw for these lions in the jungle. Running amok just like a drunk, ride pop the Windows and ride. Come from the hot spot, feel Like I just hit a new high. Like, look out in the club and then the Thirty make love. You don't stop in the club so we Can leave, leave, leave. Just got a bag and We Gonna go and fuck it up. Just, just got A bag and we gonna Go and fuck it up. Just, just got a Bag and we gonna go and fuck it up. Bout to make a round with these hoes in The club and just got a bag and just Got A bag and just got a bag and just Got a bag and