Intro

[Intro]
Get Money
Bizzy
Walk in the spot, it get lit
Yo, Rue, go see on that shit that we after, haha, look
When we walk in the spot it get lit (Brrt)
You know niggas be tryna flex with them chains on and shit, like (Baow, take that shit off, nigga)

[Verse]
Like walk in the spot, it get lit
I got some shooters, I swear they legit
Girl, I’m a rapper but still hold the grip
I only trust Demon, I know he won’t miss (Brrt, pa- ,pa-, pa-)
You know it get spooky if I’m the assist
Only fuck with the Stuy cuz 6ix9ine from the Wicc (What?)
She talkin' hot I’m like, "Baby don’t trip" (Baby)
Cuz it’s 357 to pull back his wig (Like, baow)
Fuck you goin' do with that lil Trey Deuce
I don’t like to talk, I just pull up and shoot (What?)
Swear it get nasty whеn Nino on mute
Exit wound like a trumpet but it blеw like a flute (Boaw)
I push the start, that’s a digital coupe
You push a button I’m push your roof
I don’t focus on beef cuz I make money-moves
But if I see a opp, he get sent to the moon (Grrah, grrah, boom)
Swervo, lift him
Car ride, driftin' (Driftin', like)
Look, choppa kissed him
Body, twitchin'
Look, walk up, kicked 'em
Can’t do victims
Look (At all), I gotta see if he livin' (Whay)
I’m getting tired of spinnin' (Pa-, pa-, pa-, pa-)
I need the money, nigga
I need a vacay (I need a vacay)
2019, I was stuck on the rock
Can’t flex with no money on JPay
Bro just came home from up top
I swear, they sent him back on the same day
And if he move funny then he catch a shot
Cuz I don’t got time for the play play (Brrt, pa-, pa-, pa-)
I got some bitches feindin'
My bitch ain’t never leavin'
Niggas ain’t never treat her like I did, when she mad we go out to Neiman's (Facts)
Luva, leanin'
Vato, schemin'
I swear to God, I got love for my niggas
I can come show y’all the meaning (Uh)
I’m never tweakin' on nothing
You better have it cuz I am not bluffing' (At all)
I swear that these niggas buggin'
Annoyin' like flies, 'till my shooters go pluck em (Plah)
I need a Lauren London (Facts)
I know my time is coming (Word)
I swear to God, I came straight from the bottom
A young nigga got it from nothing (Bitch)
I gotta fuck the game up, she tryna fuck me to get her name up
I gotta get my fame up, slidin' though hundreds, so watch how they change up (What?)
I need a deal, major
Don’t talk if it ain’t about paper
And boy, if it’s beef, you know we goin' to slide right through, with a stick and a laser

[Outro]
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