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Let the sad play. Y'all niggas juiced up, uh. I'm big Glock, you other niggas nothing but some Poo-puts. Yeah, got a pocket full of blue stuff. And my chain on thirty on my hip, who Gon' do what? What? Nigga, you gon' do what? You ain't been did a nigga dirt, mean you Ain't gon' do nothing. Nah, nigga you ain't gon' Do nothing. I got some day ones, really can't Wait to shoot something. Ain't shit changed, but I Just bought a new gun. Uh, I smoke a Lot of dope, I need new lungs. Count a lot of money, shit, I'm tryna grow A new arm. Yeah, I'm tryna grow a new Arm. Yeah, this watch right here cost two somethin'. And I just bought another one. Yeah, I tote that bitch, it's a one of One. I told them robbers I ain't like none Of y'all. Near presidents in the trap, it's a Honey house. I got zombies, one of 'em runnin' Out. You know how I came in, bitch, that's How I'm going out. Yeah, got a thirty round On me right now. Pull up at your house Like a plumber with the pipes out. Yeah, tell 'em pipe down. Flyin' in Muhammad Ali bumble bee with your bitch. Yeah, I've been in like a lifestyle. Uh, yeah, this money get me psyched out. Why your name Glock for? Yeah, find out. Wow, uh, can I be on a paper route? No, we ain't taking applications right now. Uh, only bull shit like Chi-Town. Thirty-three peeping and think you get gunned down. Yeah, if you ain't getting money, don't come around. Nigga, we hustling from sun up to sun down. From sun up to sun down, yeah, We get money now. Sun up to sun down, money coming in and Out. From sun up to sun down, money going Round and round, round and round, round and round. What goes around comes around. From sun up to sun down, yeah, We get money now. From sun up to sun down, money coming in And out. Sun up to sun down, money going Round and round, round and round, round and round. What goes around comes around. Ayy, my granny told me what's done in the Dark must come to light. I recorded every night, now I got hella ice. Yes, I'm bliss, yeah, bitch, I'm bliss. Flood my cross with ice, ain't no S up On my chest. Bitch, this number iced, My heart cold. Yeah, I came out the bottom, Super cocky on these hoes. Yeah, three hundred racks up in my Louis bag Is off the clothes. Yeah, old money in the Closet, that shit starting to mold. Starting to mold. Yeah, talking 'bout Ocean. Yeah, I'm sipping on some potion. Moving in slow motion, my neck is the deep Ocean. Double cup, let's toast it, I'm flexing on my old bitch. Falling on these hating-ass niggas, They tryna go tell. I let your bitch come eat the meat, she Said she need some protein. They say money talk, you see my motherfucking gold Teeth. All these niggas talking, well, They gon' have to show me. I came from the bottom to the top. And I brought my whole team. From sun up to sun down, yeah, We get money now. Sun up to sun down, money coming in and Out. From sun up sun down, money going round And round, round and round, round and round. What goes around comes around. From sun up to sun down, yeah, we get Money now. From sun up to sun down, Money coming in and out. Sun up to sun down, money going round and Round, round and round, round and round. What goes around comes around.