Close the Door

My bitch lit just like Zendaya
And I'm tryna get that money right now, I pull up on you later
Im smoking [?] I love the flavour
Im getting that money I love that paper
Kobe bryant, bitch I ball like the lakers
I'm finna go, I see you later
Pull up in all black like Darth Vader
I'm hitting a lick nigga [?]
I stay with the gang I am not a traitor
Pussy boy you get hit with this laser
Getting that green, that money, that lettuce
In love with the money I guess it's a fetish
I'm fucking your bitch make her cum in a second
Talking that shit you get killed in a second
Come in first never coming in second
I beat his ass I hope he learn his lesson
Bullets [?] flyin' in any direction
Choppa singin' like One Direction
Taking them Xans for depression
Getting them bands, yeah it's a blessin'
Big ass gun nigga who you textin'
Smokin' this dope because I be stressin', yeah I be stressin'
If you ain't talking money then you have to exit
I'm getting bands so you know I flex it
I've be getting money since I was lil' jit
[?], my money legit
I'm never broke because I'm hittin' licks
And you playing games but yours just for kids
30 hit a nigga and [?]
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[?] Dior
Finna get some [?] I be at the store
After she give me brain kick that bitch out the door
If I see the police [?]
I'm tryna get top bitch close the door (tryna get top bitch close the door)
Obviously I wear channel [?]
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If 12 pull up let me what you tell
Fucking a hoe her pussy amaze
Roll up a blunt you know Imma blaze it
I'm under water, I feel like a shark
My diamonds be hittin' they glow in the dark
Sippin' on lean I feel it in my heart (yeah, I feel it in my heart)