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Million dollars flyin' in on a jet, huh
When it land, gotta put it in the bag
Young man, I done made it out the set
I done walked out the cell, I'm the man
Bad bitches comin' in, havin' sex
Got a brand-new collar on my toe, no tag
Bae, I ain't comin' in, no rest
Gotta make the money back 'cause I spend it real fast

Trappin', this business is real incorporated
Chasin', I get it, and I just jumped up out a cab
And I'm ready to blow it like I'm a bomb, tick, tick
I'm ahead of my business, so I ain't worried 'bout a tab
I ain't worried 'bout none of these petty bums, I'm rich
Do whatever I want in this bitch, I paid off the staff
I been thankin' the Lord because I come from the bricks
I been cookin' and whippin' this shit, I'm stayin' in the lab

Top, tell me, who is you, baby?
Travel 'round the world with a rag on the strap (Woah)
Two twenty-five
Brand-new ride, it got noon on the dash (Okay)
Gone for a while now, you see
I done came out a cell and I'm real, real mad (Woah)
Real big spill on the scene
Take advantage of the time, time to fill up the bag in there (Oh-woah)
Got a problem with lil' shawty tryna see me (Yeah)
I been seein' real clear up in 3D (Yeah)
I been trappin' out the back of the buildin'
Should understand if you with me, they was tryna get rid of me
High, holdin' on the yeah in the B (In the B)
Make a hater do a flip, don't trip (I'ma send it)
I just gotta get my head out the streets
Big boss, nigga, you'll catch me in the VIP (Hmm)
MVP, I'm VIP
B-I-G, nigga, BOP
Big ol' player with these diamonds up in layers (Hmm)
Real far from phony, know she want me, I can tell
Stand on top the business, I just came from a cell
Nigga, I'm a pack, I'm a real big sale
Hit her from the back, I'm a bad bitch slayer
Run up, get whacked, now the nigga can't tell
They ain't gotta give a chance, I'ma take it this time
Pussy nigga get splashed, I'm a real big slime
I ain't worried 'bout her flirtin' 'cause the baby ain't mine
I was winnin' real early, I'm just gettin' in my prime
I just ran up a thirty with a thirty on the 9
Bro just flew another million on a jet in the sky
In a hurry, he get back, put the thirty on his mind
Ain't no playin' with the 5, we gon' hit him with the fire
Velveeta, who is I?
Bitch, I'm Slimeto and I look like Vito
Don't play with me, knock the cheese out your Cheeto
I want that money real fast, finito
And plus my big brother just beat him a RICO
Now find me a bad bitch in hay just like needle
Diamonds gon' hit like they come from the sky
Lovin' this ho, now we finna have a child

Million dollars flyin' in on a jet
When it land, gotta put it in the bag
Young man, I done made it out the set
I just walked out the cell, I'm the man
Bad bitches comin' in, havin' sex
Got a brand-new collar on my toe, no tag
Bae, I ain't comin' in, no rest
Gotta make the money back 'cause I spend it real fast

Trappin', this business is real incorporated
Chasin', I get it, and I just jumped up out a cab
And I'm ready to blow it like I'm a bomb, tick, tick
I'm ahead of my business, so I ain't worried 'bout a tab
I ain't worried 'bout none of these petty bums, I'm rich
Do whatever I want in this bitch, I paid off the staff
I been thankin' the Lord because I come from the bricks
I been cookin' and whippin' this shit, I'm stayin' in the lab

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