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Yeah, Uh, Uh. What the fuck going on? Uh. Yeah, uh, Yeah. Uh, uh. Uh, uh. Ran up way more paper than all these niggas Out there hoe. Wrist a tank a trip, this Shit ain't nothing but a wrist to make some More. When you down bad on your dick, it Ain't too much that you won't do. I beef with all the rappers, beef with all The street niggas for sure. Mr. Put you on your shit like linebackers on A blitz. You ain't took no trips, you ain't Really 'bout that murda shit. Got that call, he like, "What? Kill who?" I'm like spin. FIFA hit my line like, "Tell 'em let the Richest man win, let it begin." Never had nobody, never had shit. Thought you want the best for me, but you Be hating just like a bitch. I'm getting rich, still a drop onion will get A nigga flipped. Mama crying at the wake hoping Her son wake up again. We on that Murda Gang shit like 21, Uh. Touched my first hundred at twenty-one, Uh. I told my bitch give me twenty-one reasons, Uh, why I shouldn't leave you for a better Bitch. I'm heaven sent, all you niggas irrelevant. The same nigga wanna talk, but now he backpedaling. Never been the biggest nigga, just the illest nigga. He keep asking do I feel him, but I Do not feel this nigga, uh. Let's get rich, if not, some niggas gon' die Behind it. Take something for me to get rich, He gon' die trying. Fucking off a player check, that's just what I Do. Take a trip to Saint-Tropez, me and bae, We coming new, uh. I heard the weather great, fuck it, let's hit Tulum. It's only a matter of time, Young Peso Gon' pop like balloon. Yeah, they call me Boss Peso, I used to Step like a goon. Oh, he think he a Dog, we gon' turn dog into food, uh. Put a hundred on your temple, get the message, Nigga. Front line when we step, I put on Pressure, nigga. Rappers talking like they that, But I think lesser niggas. I got muscle in my circle with real extras, Nigga, uh. Can't cross me 'cause my niggas be My family, If they cross me, then the fam Won't understand it, uh. Flex on niggas like Young Peso want a Grammy, Uh. Chain busting like my bitch ass in them Panties, uh. Niggas use me, they can't use me No more, uh. Drop the paper, loose change on The floor, uh. Can't tell me 'bout no loyalty, nigga, show it, Uh. The world stop when I drop a bag And work, uh. Even you think I ain't heard you, but when I told I been doing the team on Kentucky China, nigga, you already know how is, right? Uh, uh, Drop some change on a nigga. Uh, Yeah, The nerve of these niggas, Uh, Yeah, Never heard of you. When you down bad on your dick, it ain't Too much that you won't do. Beef with all the rappers, beef with all the Street niggas for sure. Mr. Put you on your shit like linebackers on A blitz. You ain't took no trips, you ain't Really 'bout that murda shit. Got that call, he like, "What? Kill who?" I'm like spin. FIFA hit my line like, "Tell 'em let the Richest man win, let it begin."