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Goddammit, Creed. Yeah, look, having the time of my life. Six-figure cars that I drive every night. When the light hit the ice, it twinkle and Glisten. Kinda got me right. Bling bling, bling bling. Niggas ain't nowhere in my Sight. I need thirty million so I can sleep Tight. Cash, started the flood, I ain't have shit. Now my feet kicked up In a mansion. Ugh, I went broke, They was laughing. Now I'm independent and a savage. Yeah, I gang banged in the city. Bust K's in the city. Shit be crazy in the city. Boom boom boom. Now they play me in the City. Enterprise click, motivation for the city. You either love me or hate me in the City. Can't no nigga breathing keep me 'way from The city. It's the culture, shit don't stop, Be the slogan. I'm living in the future, but I'm making all these moments. Hum do a lot of shit, could stop at Any moment. Fuck taking breaks, boy, I gotta keep It going. Thirty million, yeah, that's the vision. Thirty million a goal, we gotta hit it. Flip it, triple, get ten digits. Grab the whiteboard, map out the vision. Position, That's nine-tenths of it. I got my bitches running like it's a pimp Coming. When preparation meet planning, what you get From it? My catalog stupid, look how I live From it. When I was gang banging, it was Still get money. Long live my niggas that ain't Get to feel big money. Yeah, we ain't stressing 'bout shit. Not no money, not no nigga, not a bitch. Flying up Western in my shit. All out the window, throwing up C. R. E. A. M. We ain't stressing 'bout shit. Not no money, not no nigga, not a bitch. Yeah, we ain't pressed about shit. For my next trick, watch me make thirty million. Dover Street, Fred Segal. All this death on me, gotta keep a TEC On me. All that mean is a pocket full Of dead homies I just passed, now it's time To invest something. I told you my mission, you should know by Now I don't do no bullshit ten. Thirty million, that's the mission. I'm on a run right now, boy, I gotta Get it. Yeah, we ain't stressing 'bout shit. Not no money, not no nigga, not a bitch. Flying up Western in my shit. All out the window, throwing up C. R. E. A. M. We ain't stressing 'bout shit. Not no money, not no nigga, not a bitch. Yeah, we ain't pressed about shit. For my next trick, watch me make thirty million