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Pull out the stick bet I won't miss
Pull up da scene bet I'm gone drip
Money ain't a thing get it off the rip
He want a lil fame now they spelling rip
I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist
Made the pack flip I'm stuck at the stove
She got a lil followers she think she da s**t
Instagram model treat her like a h*e
I tell lil mama come here get low
I told the plug it's already sold
I'm on the north them youngins so cold
They'll pull up to your door
Pull up knock his dome
I tried to tell lil mama she ain't listen
I'm on the lonely road road to riches
Tryna run these digits
I ain't got no feelings
Tryna feel a million
That's just how I'm feeling
That's just how I'm feeling
Need racks to the ceiling
That's just how I'm feeling
N***a f**k the system that's just how I'm feeling
He a rat n***a I don't want no dealings
They know who we are wassgang
B***h we from the trenches million dollar visions gotta go and get it
Hit him leave no witness clips they extended
We them n***as winning tell them bring the ribbons
I'm so money driven on the road to riches diamonds yea
The biting diamonds yea they vicious
Better not move suspicious jman handle business
Watch the beam glisten right there on his fitted
Riding with no sealing live life with no limits
Free lil crodie miss lil cro he a menace
We ain't going back and forth na this ain't tennis
16 going up top J J Redd**k
Getting all this green I don't really f**k with lettuce
If she wanna leave then leave I ain't sweating
Don't at me or mention hollows for the tension
Snakes snatch me up and you know I ain't confessing
Told lil mama come round and give me a blessing
B***h I got the sauce like some mother f**king dressing
Pull out the stick bet I won't miss
Pull up da scene bet I'm gone drip
Money ain't a thing get it off the rip
He want a lil fame now they spelling rip
I ain't get handout I just whipped my wrist
Made the pack flip I'm stuck at the stove
She got a lil followers she think she da s**t
Instagram model treat her like a h*e
I tell lil mama come here get low
I told the plug it's already sold
I'm on the north them youngins so cold
They'll pull up to your door
Pull up knock his dome
I tried to tell lil mama she ain't listen
I'm on the lonely road road to riches
Tryna run these digits
I ain't got no feelings
Tryna feel a million
That's just how I'm feeling
Lil n***a listen pay attention
Being broke that's your decision
Knock a n***a right off his pivot
He a loose ball caught him slipping
Lil b***h she always tripping
I just wanna f**k then I'ma dismiss it
Got the green beam in case he move a lil distant
Blow out your candles ain't making no wishes
When we pull up it get ugly explicit
She wanna f**k baby be more specific
Leave no trace no forensics or ballistics
Still at the pot still got my wrist in
Still trap out the trenches
If I start something I'ma finish
Won't forget I ain't forgiving
Still free the cros out the prison
I call she pull up in a instant
I call she pull up in a instant
Better not tell your friends bout our business
Heard they ask why I'm liking your pictures
Why you always got me on your playlist
Keep it on the low don't say s**t
Insta b***h she think she famous
Counting money so entertaining
Walk a n***a down like Jason
