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[Intro]
(Brutal Money)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (That nigga B on the beat)

[Verse]
And the trenches ain't believe in me, I'm puttin' it in they face, huh
Tryna find another me, you gotta go outer space, huh
Baby said she do pilates, she workin' on her shape, huh
Every day like it's her birthday 'cause she got cake
They told me cousin ain't comin' home soon, but I got faith, huh
How the fuck you from the trenches? You never hopped a gate, huh
And I know some real bitches, everything on them fake, huh
Brother got a good white voice, but that's bait, huh
Bet he reel you in with different models, but that's twins, yeah
Slime ball, take everything you got with a grin, yeah
Brand-new F&N can barely fit inside my pants
Come from a place where niggas speak down, but shake your hand
Off that Kanye, when it falls down, that's my jam
Pray them bags land, when it touch down, do my dance
Bae, it's so good, it's like mac and cheese touchin' yams
Gotta hold it down 'cause I still got niggas in the can, huh
Yeah, my lifestyle immaculate, foreign car, I'm scratchin' it
Just told brother hold his wrist up 'cause it's factory
Shit ain't the same, I'm still 33, that's the faculty
That shit crazy how they talk behind my back, but it get back to me
Yeah, that money keep pilin', it's BNERKID the album
And you know I still do it for the trenches, they growlin'
Brand-new foreign car, I drove it off the lot with no mileage
I remember who all didn't believe in me, now they sour
Yeah, think about my niggas gone, know they still with me, huh
Unc', he like forty plus, but he still with it
I just told her, "Stay down, bae, just build with me," huh
If I lost it all today, I know Lil with me, huh
Posted up with lil' Zay, he was in that field with me
A lot of snakes in disguise, it's a drought on real niggas
If the boys work, don't panic, my tough spot sell candy
Wishin' I can give you all of me, but I'm too damaged
Knowin' I can't take it with me, I leave it for my family
Bro don't need a fast car, he drillin' out the Camry
Yeah, lights, camera, action, granny died from cancer
Most of the time, the niggas talk the most ain't no factors
French Glock, put a button on it, it go faster
High-speed, gotta make it home, bro get crafty
Yeah, and lowkey, when I pop out, latest fashion
I cannot stop chasin' money, it's a habit
Feel like AI, put up fifty points when I'm practicin'
This shit real life, please do not compare me to no rapper