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[Verse 1]
You've got to get to the guap
You've got to get to the riches
I did this shit by myself; I'm just gonna get a little pack, then flip it
The bitch is gonna suck on my dick
Look at the roof; it doesn't have a ceiling
Little bitch, you don't know who the fuck you're dealing with
Tris is in my cup; yeah, you know I'm sipping it
All-black coupe in this bitch, like the president
Alyx on my body, my feet stepping in it
That boy doesn't have cash; it's evident
Custom Mo bag 'cause you know that I'm selling it
Your bitch off the crack, and she looks like a skeleton
She needs a tan; yeah, she needs more mеlanin
She's holding my hand like, "Bitch, you ain't getting it"
That bitch is a 9, but shе was an enemy
Put some respect on my damn identity
I eat the bitch up just like an egg and cheese
Fucked up at Neiman's; that bitch is surreal
Talking about the gang, the banana gets peeled

[Verse 2]
I'm sipping on Wokhart, numbing my feelings
Came back to the crib with my Benz; I could kill it
Just made a play when I touched a milli
I stack to the guap; I could really get richer
He's talking down; I might paint him a picture
He's not friends with me; he ain't familiar
Shawty wants to suck on my penis
Money too long; I stack to the ceiling
In the Elon Musk with a quarter '5 billion
I'm shipping that crack; I don't know how to deal it
In the ATV, and that bitch four-wheelin'
Ten band jugg; I don't know how to leave it
I'm sipping on AC; bitch, I feel like a boss
Spend a little bag when I'm up in Lacoste
Dripping that water; I'm dripping that sauce