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So much motherfucking money to get. We Batman. Don't leave me on none of that Damn fair and square shit, nigga. Straight to this motherfucking bag. Ayy, ayy, ayy. This the flow they been waiting On, tighter than the thong your ass out. Half bags of gas in the trap house. Black couch with the TV on, mama passed out. Nigga weigh lean on the pool table and crapped Out. Vampire, yes, I'm knocking left and they gon' Count five. Got a pretty girl playing and a Pretty girl on standby. Know I ball hard like the starting five from Fab Five. Riverdale Road, I sold blow, Landmine. Me and my wife, we sip wine somewhere You can't find. Turn your locations off and don't Post the background. To me, a gangster is someone that take care Of they child. I got mouths to feed, I'm the man of the house. And have you ever been depressed and still cracked A smile? Like, somebody fuck with me, Man, I'm going viral. I smell like Porsche and Benihanas. I never let them see me sweat, even in The summer. I got my car in a LLC. I got my pistol in my wifey's name. I got more blues than B. B. King. I told my son, "You gon' be a King. Put your mind to it, you can do Anything." I got my car in a LLC. I got my pistol in my wifey's name. I got more blues than B. B. King. I told my son, "You gon' be a King. Put your mind to it, you can do Anything." Chris Tucker on me, case they intervene. Playing tennis with my neighbor, talking about Infrastructure. Might need a bigger team. Bitch, I got a loft just to watch TV. In my Sperry Top-Siders watching MTV, Thinking about a bigger crib. French rosé what I sip as I load the Sig'. I don't think I'm better than you, hoe, It is what it is. You niggas be timid With these hoes, I go hard on 'em. If you not really my bitch, I ain't copping Shit. A nighttime walk in the city with my Low-key. A French bulldog, Bottega just to hold the Heat. I ain't got a bitch and a bitch Ain't got me. You call the bitch phone back To back, boy, that's not P. Every single one of my properties in a LLC. Every single one of my broads just wanna stay With me. Sixty ball just for the pavers in The parking spot. You niggas not really getting Money, y'all just talk a lot. I got my car in a LLC. I got my pistol in my wifey's name. I got more blues than B. B. King. I told my son, "You gon' be a King. Put your mind to it, you can do Anything." I got my car in a LLC. I got my pistol in my wifey's name. I got more blues than B. B. King. I told my son, "You gon' be a King. Put your mind to it, you can do Anything." I make, I make, I make the rules around Here. That's not good idea. That's not good idea. Bad life choices, sweetheart. Bad life choices. Whoa. Well, what choice is there, Walt? None of that was my choice. It's your choice. It is all your choice.