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[Verse 1]
Smoking on 3.5 can't roll with the packaging
I had to turn off my phone, niggas know that's they taggin wit, (tag-tag)
Stay with the bloods in the wide and they jacking no bap wit it, (no bap)
My money bool like sonic i'm chasing the bag wit it
Got the chrome hearts on, bitch i'm lord of the rings, (lord-lord)
Six digits lil bitch that's your morgage to me
That bitch can't hit on my line, she want it from me
Yuh, i'm a sick man, Randy Orton got the voices on me
Yuh, yuh, sippin the drank, nod off
Got the Porsche it's [?] walls
That lil bitch, both tryna hop off

[verse 2] swing the pole like top golf
Bitch i got my rocks off
He 5,2 can't pop off
He too ass, can't pop off
Ran 2k up, dropped off
Money bag get dropedp off
Fit stay red like hot sauce
Bitch, yea, i don't know what to say anymore, i'm too up
Niggas acting fake tough, they be on court, nigga get off my nuts
Yuh, nigga talking on me ima up the score, nigga turn that shit up
Yuh, bitch i made a million last year, and you can't hold a dub
Had to let that go nigga he fumble it
Got that bitch on my bed and pumbling
Try the racks money spread, it's tumbling
Bitch i'm rollin off thrax, i'm thumbing it
Bitch i fuck with the money i cum in it
Bitch i'm in the strip club with the 1's in it
Her mouth like the crib, got my son in it
I'm a bitch and he found a lil 1 in it
Yea she begging for me, she wanting it
I'm a big nigga but i'm running it
Up the FN. at yo honey nigg'
I'm not joking lil bro ain't no pun it