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Yo, Justin. Yeah? Did I tell you I was a simp? Huh? You simp? Lowkey. You bitch. I'm kinda-Louis. She got me on, you feel me? But look. I love you, mommy. These bitches come easy, these checks coming weekly. The way that I'm dripping, I'm looking like Fiji. She all on my screen, put her up on The TV. She said give her one night and She gon' get freaky. She call me her bb, But she be too needy. I'm ghosting these hoes Like my name was Houdini. The boy with a beanie who drew out a Line like he drawing graffiti. Jay swerving 'Raris and I'm in a 'Ghini. These bitches, they tripping, I swear they gon' need Me. Italian mama got me looking cheesy. She drunk off red wine and I'm on that Martini. Can't trust any thot, all these hoes out To cheat Shawty be calling, she wanting my wallet. She see how I'm balling, got them bitches crawling. Got in my bag and they want what I Have. Go and spend it like that, then I Earn it right back. Watch on my wrist, I'm All in with my chips. I ain't never gon' Snitch while I'm balling like this. Twenty-four hours, I'm up in the studio. Playing my cards like I'm playing that Yu-Gi-Oh. Claiming you rich, damn, your life be so pitiful. Got you in sight, taking you out the visual. Doing my dance like it is my new ritual. Making this money, oh, my muse so physical. Digging them ditches to bury my riches. I move by the meter, ain't move by the Inches. Your team may finish, but my team will Clinch it. On top of the league, we just Won the division. Checks coming weekly, the cash Arrive daily. These ladies went crazy when hopped Out the Cedes. Like I am 80, the cash I ain't saving. I'm balling like Baby, need no One to save me. Tampa Bay Lightning won a Stanley Cup. I was running short of bands, so I went and ran it up. Got a couple Commas filling up my cup. I was only chasing bags, I was pushing out The love. Tampa Bay Lightning won a Stanley Cup. I was running short of bands, so I went And ran it up. Got a couple commas filling Up my cup. I was only chasing bags, I Was pushing out the love. I love you, mommy. You what was you thinking? I was thinking I'ma freestyle this shit. Man. Been a champion, I went back to back. Need me Benjamins, bring 'em all in stacks. Got a cute dime with a real fat ass. When I hit her line, she don't ever wanna Pass. Diamonds finna bling, want my shit to dance. Fucking with my girl, get caught in the traps. Drinking all night to forget all my past. See the daylight, night went by fast. Went by fast, now it's back to business. I'ma get the bag and I might let you Witness. All the fame I'ma gain with the swiftness. You was doubting, so I put you on a Hit list. You helped me in the game, but You knew this. All those comments on my page, You be clueless. Told my fam have trust, I Can do this. I'ma get the bag, go stack Up my blue bills. Blue bills, I'm popping like Chains out of pocket. If money involved, then it's Off of the topic. My dogs and I gotta Go get us some profit. This shitty chat talking, it's all full of gossip. Told pops that I got it, he made it In profit. Pussies keep posing like they ain't that Toxic. Dripping like Fiji, came straight from the Faucet. JT snatched the bag, now it's all in Deposit. My money delayed, three business days what They had told me. We been riding a wave, Getting first place, but don't need no trophy. 'Cause my trophy case, it don't got no space For any more trophies. I was hating the days when I wasn't paid, But that was the old me, uh.
JT, BigLuke — Pocket Change
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