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[Intro: jssr]
(Okay, yeah, haha, uh)

[Chorus: jssr]
I cannot fuck with these people, they copying
Like, why you just wanna be me?
I just, like, get to the racks and I pop it in
Like, bitch, you can't do it like me
[?], but that boy can't do it, can't do it like me
How I, walk with the blick and I got all my money, I got me a goddamn spree, like
Talk on my [?]
(I took that once with the [?])
I-I took that bitch to the tropic
Changin' 'em up and I'm feeling like tie-dye, huh
[?] made me a topic, huh
No, I can't fuck with that shit, no go
I turn that Glock into BO, I'm countin' my money, I count me a big bankroll

[Verse 1: jssr]
Fuck with that money, fuck with the stats and I swear that I'm in love with the funds
I count a hunnid
I count a hunnid, I swear I'm in love with the hunds'
I told that bitch that I don't give a fuck, told bitch, "I don't have no lovе"
I told that ho that I keep me a buck, I keep a goddamn gun
Yeah, yeah, yеah, yeah
Talk 'bout, huh, huh, huh, huh
I don't give no fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Just rock with guns, guns, guns, guns

[Verse 2: dvertigo]
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
I see Prada spread out on my tag
I see fifty racks up in that bag, ho
I got cash flow, I got some broads on go
I'm fuckin' this ho down slowly, I got some shit in my soda
High every day, never sober
I told that bitch, "Bend over"
Walk in that bitch so clean, y'all opps be late, so phony
Come get yo' bitch off me, I'm the one with all the funds, huh
I'm the bitch havin' fun, huh
Put that in the Saint Laurent, huh
I'm in this bitch geeked up, huh
Walk in that bitch, we stunt, huh
Big ass pointers, they punch, huh
Pistol get grabbed for fun, huh
I'm never seein' the sun, huh
I'm always gettin' geeked up, huh
We never seein' the sun, yeah
We always gettin' geeked up, yeah
I'm never trippin' on nothin', huh
I'm only worried 'bout us, yeah

[Verse 3: Slump6s]
Bitch, I'm only worried 'bout us
Cum in her face, yeah, I bust
Nigga run up on me lookin' all crazy, he walk out this bitch with a crutch
I'm on the gas, what's up?
Bitch nigga, don't gas 'em up
Bitch, I don't roll it, ain't pass it up
Lil' bro can't breathe, got asthma
Ayy, walk, uh, walk, uh, walk down, nigga, touch me
New drank, shoutout LUCKI
Workin' on new shit, boy, don't rush me, ayy
Big Ricks got me comfy
Workin' on big shit, out the country
I got a big stick, make his wig split, made his dick [?]
Look at the bank call, that's yo' bitch, shit, they said I been making too much money
Nigga talk down on some dumb shit, then I'm finna fuck up on his sister
If he fuck 'round, we gon' dump shit in this MAC-11 like a whisper
Leave him dumbfound with my white boys, I might fuck around and shoot a nigga

[Chorus: jssr]
I cannot fuck with these people, they copying
Like, why you just wanna be me?
I just, like, get to the racks and I pop it in
Like, bitch, you can't do it like me
[?], but that boy can't do it, can't do it like me
How I, walk with the blick and I got all my money, I got me a goddamn spree, like
Talk on my [?]
(I took that once with the [?])
I-I took that bitch to the tropic
Changin' 'em up and I'm feeling like tie-dye, huh
[?] made me a topic, huh
No, I can't fuck with that shit, no go
I turn that Glock into BO, I'm countin' my money, I count me a big bankroll