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Yeah, for real
(Thanks for the gift, E)
Yeah, nigga, for real
I'm rich for real, I press a button and watch the...
This hundred K I blew feel like ten racks (Yeah, yeah)
Tell me what's the odds of that (Let's go)
I used to be broke, but I ain't goin' back
I used to be broke, but I ain't goin' back
It's 2AM, we shoppin' in Webster, we damn near got everything out Saks
If you play with my gang, we leaving you flat
Every clip got RIPs in the strap
Told her we can fuck, no strings attached (For real)
She don't even believe I rap
She like, "You don't even be on that"
How you hit the hood still, sew up traps?
Where you get it from? They ain't take that back
It ain't the one, this shit ain't right
None of this shit happened overnight
Got so much pape', gotta stay out the light, hey
Get money for real, nigga, that's her type, that's her type
Every watch plain, but the chain gon' dance on sight, ayy (Gon' dance on sight)
I'ma pay all her bills, hell yeah she gon' fuck first night, ayy
Told her we can fuck, no strings attached (For real)
She don't even believe I rap
She like, "You don't even be on that"
How you hit the hood still, sew up traps?
Where you get it from? They ain't take that back
It ain't the one, this shit ain't right
None of this shit happened overnight
Got so much pape', gotta stay out the light, hey
Get money for real, nigga, that's her type, that's her type
Every watch plain, but the chain gon' dance on sight, ayy (Gon' dance on sight)
I'ma pay all her bills, hell yeah she gon' fuck first night, ayy
Isabel all her heels, they don't want shit that's light, ayy
Brand new Moran mixed with Laurent
I ain't even try, but I took they spot
It's been a while since I sat on the block
We would fuck with them bricks like I'm missin' a shot
This hundred K I blew feel like ten racks (For real)
Tell me what's the odds of that (For real)
I used to be broke, but I ain't goin' back (For real)
I used to be broke, but I ain't goin' back (Let's go)
It's 2AM, we shoppin' in Webster, we damn near got everything out Saks
If you play with my gang, we leaving you flat
Brand new Moran mixed with Laurent
I ain't even try, but I took they spot
It's been a while since I sat on the block
We would fuck with them bricks like I'm missin' a shot
This hundred K I blew feel like ten racks (For real)
Tell me what's the odds of that (For real)
I used to be broke, but I ain't goin' back (For real)
I used to be broke, but I ain't goin' back (Let's go)
It's 2AM, we shoppin' in Webster, we damn near got everything out Saks
If you play with my gang, we leaving you flat
Every clip got RIPs in the strap (Baow, baow)
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