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Hold on. Wait. Wait. Hold on. Hold Ayy. Hold on. Shout out, shout out to Tashi. Ayy, ayy. Woo! I put my hoodie on. Out in the streets, I'm tryna put me on Some millions. No time for booty calls. Call up my amigos and tell 'em it's time For that duty call. They know what time we On. If it ain't euros to dollars to pounds, Then let it go, that shit hysterical. I've been a hustler since I was cut from The umbilical. Chasing big checks, big racks. My melanin flex intact. And when I hit that, it splash. I need about a milli' in cash. I need like four milli' in cash. I'm putting that jewel relax. Then put a couple bands for the fam. Family. I heard we just tryna be the man. Man. I heard my shit poppin' in Japan. Japan. I'm about to cop me a new Lamb'. I came up for my money. I came up for money. Yeah, yeah. Oh, oh. I came up for my money. Money. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, oh. I came up for my money. My hobby is grinding. Mirror wise, no, I'm not trendy. Just rocking these Pro Kades. I made tens, no thirties. My bank is really chubby. Call me Moon the collector. Let him see, no Punjabi. You can't count me triple E's. For the hoes, for wanna, for homies, For stones, for twenties, hundreds. We moving like an athlete, no dummies. Delivery or rap niggas. These bitches on the backseat screaming, "Love me." So where's my money, boy? It ain't no panic 'cause I got it, boy. Kicking ass like karate, boy. Thirty-six Carats, boys. Thirty-six Carats like Moon get it back. I'm on that massive, you fucking demo boy. I don't got a lot of ammo, boy. But yeah, bitch, I'm paranoid. But I came up for my money. I came up for money. Yeah, yeah. Oh, oh. I came up for my money. Money. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, oh. I came up for my money. I came up for that Yeah, yeah. Oh, oh. I came up for my money. Money. Money. Yeah, yeah, Oh, oh. Yeah, ooh, yeah.