Been Had Money

DJ K.i.D, this a hit fo' sho

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[Verse 1]
They don't let my dog go, then I'm breaking him out
You don't want no drugs, get away from the house
Nigga, don't come out, then we staking it out
Nigga still in the hood, he ain't making it out
Miami Ice, I could make me an ounce
Get up and drive, I won't play in a drought
1212 bag and a crazy amount
Nigga not like that, he just crazy for now
Breaking the ball when I walk in that bitch
Very polite when I talk to the licks
Busy right now, stop calling me, bitch
Jump out the car, got the rod in the whip
Take a nigga life, got God on the hip
Big ass Glock, Wave Rod on the whip
Came too far to be calling it quits
I got coke, who partying then?

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[Verse 2]
Fuck around boy, get his ass stretched out
Unc' hit it once, said I'm the best out
Sample the work, I dope test out
30 days here, nigga, this here a rest house
Unc' in the back, this here's guest house
Sunday deals, this a blessed house
Quit calling me
Standing there still, give it all to me
Drunk as a bitch, pardon me
I'm everything these niggas want to be
That's not your car, don't front for me
My bitch gon' get it done for me
I'm state-to-state comfortably
I don't give a fuck if they fuck with me

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[Verse 3]
All of my opps know how I'm coming
Bitch, I got good coke for the function
Did what, nigga, you ain't did nothing
Neph right, did that boy Sport Plus him
Can't trust a bitch brother or cousin
They ain't got money cause they don't want it

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[Verse 4]
Before you talk, shut the fuck up
Ask for a deal, shut the fuck up
Story not real, shut the fuck up
Hundred blue bills, shut the fuck up
Little Glock make em shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
When that Glock on your ass, boy can't run
Hit a lick one time, Neph, stay up
So many nights by myself, stayed up
Tell em to catch up, can't stay up
Don't want to hear that shit made up
Hell nah, I cannot be laid up
Get to a bag soon as I wake up
I'm the real kind, not the fake one
Not bout to argue, too busy counting
Do what the who, nigga, I doubt it
Neph drunk driving and he wiling
Got no limit, body body
Put in some work, don't talk bout it
Turnt the fuck up, no molly
(?) for that nigga, I don't know bout it
Beat that pussy, I can't cosign it

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[Verse 5]
Put the Glock down, get beat the fuck up
Talk like a bitch, speak the fuck up
Hit my Henny and speed the fuck up
Call my bitch to eat the fuck up
Trap too slow, speed the fuck up
You got robbed, boy, you need you a gun

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[Verse 6]
I ain't giving out shit but a blue (?)
Neph got missing out of new water
Cooking 31 out of (?)
That's your dawg, what you do for him?
Met in the pocket, ran through on him
Getting hard to keep my cool on em
Line a lick up, bust a move on em

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[Verse 7]
Step in that bitch like "what happened?"
Dope touch my work on the napkin
I hate a bitch that's too dramatic
Dopestar swinging automatic
Always sold crack, not into fashion
Straight drop taste like fruit passion

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[Verse 8]
You feel some way, go and get your gun
Up that bitch on an opp had fun
Nigga, still in the hood, his Jays fucked up
His baby momma ain't give him no tax money
They like, damn, Neph, don't act funny
One thing bout Neph, been had money
And I ain't never been no crash dummy
Bitch dance on the pole, get ass money
My whole damn life, love fast money
Real life jugg boy, mask money
Drake make you dance like you heard Bad Bunny
Whole 2020, that was crack money
Bag on your head, get you whacked for me
Send bro a bag, he gon' tax em for me

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