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There's so much motherfuckin' money to get You won't hear me none of that motherfuckin' square Shit, nigga Straight to this motherfuckin' bag Ayy This the flow they been waitin' on, Tighter than a thong your ass out Half bags Of gas in the trap house This the flow They been waitin' on, tighter than a thong your Ass out Half bags of gas in the trap This the flow they been waitin' on, Tighter than a 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 craft out Vampire, Guess I'm narcoleptic, nigga, campfire Got a pretty Girl plain 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 still cracked a smile? Like somebody fuck with me, man, I'm goin' viral I smell like Porsche and Benihana's I never let 'em 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 Tech on me in case they intervene Playin' tennis with my neighbor, talkin' 'bout Infrastructure Might need a bigger team Bitch, I got a loft just to watch TV In My Spiridons watchin' MTV Thinkin' 'bout a bigger Crib French rosé what I sip as I load The Sig I don't think I'm better than you Hoes, it is what it is You niggas be Timid with these hoes, I go hard on If You not really my bitch, I ain't coppin' 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 parkin' spot You Niggas not really gettin' money, y'all just talk a Lot I got my car in a LLC 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" Ayy, And it's chopped up and not slopped up Chopstars finest OG Non, C4 What's up, My boy East Coast, man? East Coast 33, I see y'all down south No matter where you from, man Turn that C4 up alive for a C-note, 'Cause I go down