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Niggas can't fuck with baby. If I ain't making glam, well, J it. Now I got a question, tell me what's your Salary? You a work of art, you belong in A gallery. We can run it up, burn a Lotta calories. You blow shit away, achoo, I got allergies. Gettin' too much money, is that Why these niggas mad at me? Too turnt up, Yeah, that's the way I had to be. They goin' out bad, out sad, what a tragedy. Top-notch bitches, I don't fuck with hoes who's Raggedy. Can't you see, baby girl, that's why I'm Fuckin' with you. Green twenties, pink fifties, And the hundreds is blue. One day you be My bitch and I'ma run it by you. New shoes, new bag, I might get you a Coupe. Put you on somethin' new, give you residuals Too. You don't gotta say you feelin' me, I'm Feelin' you too. Take a dip in the jacuzzi And a swim in the pool. Order take-out, Smoke a blunt with it too. Pop a glass eye, swole, and get drunk with It too. You could bring your best friend, she Gon' fuck with it too. Now you fuckin' with A gangster, a gentleman too. Be careful when you fuck with me, it's stuck Like some glue, yeah. Money on the farm, I'm Pickin' up every time. You know I need every penny, but I ain't Droppin' no dimes. If I ain't pickin' off your Plate, why you pickin' off mine? I swear that pussy doo-doo-doo, lil' baby still on My mind. She on my mind. When I look up in the past, I came A long way. RIP to dead homies, I miss 'em all day. You postin' jewelry on the 'Gram, But it's all fake. Cut my grass, I looked Down, it was all snakes. Jeezy finna pick me up ten times if I Fall, ayy. Lil' baby know got some long dick And some long pape. Brought some molly with me, Fuck her right, we made a whole tape. Nut up in her mouth, all he taste was Some Colgate. Rack flipper, cash getter, Tryna grab niggas. I tryna squabble, ain't no Blicky, I'ma stab niggas. You know we gon' stand on business like a Businessman. Peanut butter Jim 5, spin it like a Ceiling fan. Who need it? Huh, Ayy, we on they block, buns on us, yeah, We tryna kill a demon. Huh, Ayy, spin they block, double back, they tryna help That nigga breathin'. But it's too late, all these Niggas too fake, but pop it like they suitcase. You know I got that water, boy, like Bobby Boucher. I just made a hundred twenty thousand off Of two plays. Play with us, you know we On your top, we on your toupee. I been tryna ball since a jit, now no 2K. This dope will make a nigga jump back And fix a toothache. That pussy bomb as hell, That my baby, that's my boo thang. Boo thang.