Mhm

[Intro]
(Perfect)
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[Chorus]
Look in the mirror, who do you see?
Nigga that's him, nigga that's me
Damn, I look good, put on that gear
And she feeling me 'cause I got sauce like marinara
Getting that green, looking like moss, but I can't splurge

[Verse]
It's in my spirit, bitch, I'm finna' run this shit up to the top, yeah, I'm in my era
I'ma keep coming at 'em twice as hard, gotta make myself clear
Made a lot of money and this shit non-stop like I was a cashier
Flipping that paper like judo, gotta make bank, yeah, this shit is a must
[?] kudos
Try to ride my wave then they get washed up
Can't replicate, they be pseudo
It's too much hate where these folks come from, but I stay far away, hit the juke on 'em
[?] too much
Pockets on banks, too stuffed
Don't gotta say too much
I let my money talk
Turn the crib to a money house
Ain't no way I'll be running out
Use the bread like it's putty now
I went up in they lists, mhm
Niggas post on my pic, mhm
Stuff a dub in the Rick, mhm
She wanna fuck with the clique, mhm
'Cause she know that we lit, mhm
And we thumb through blue strips, mhm
I'ma stop that lil' bitch
Send her right to the crib and that's it, mhm

[Chorus]
Look in the mirror, who do you see?
Nigga that's him, nigga that's me
Damn, I look good, put on that gear
And she feeling me 'cause I got sauce like marinara
Getting that green, looking like moss, but I can't splurge

[Outro]
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