(Verse)
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I got a Rari and a Rover but my name ain’t Sousa
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These bitches look thugger, FN in the holster
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Cuz fakers be hatin, fuck being patient
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I got them thangs on that high way, paper chasin
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You either broke or tryna get rich
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Work a 9 to 5, I work up to a brick
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Money bring bitches and bitches bring drama
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Tryna figure out what I’mma cup this summer
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I think I fucked yo girlfriend but I don’t remember
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Rollie on my arm and it’s colder than December
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling up
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(Hook)
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck
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(Verse)
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I be trillin down, gorilla pokers pocking out
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I be on my grind, something you should never doubt
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Getting to that money so my paper thickin hella style
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Pull up to that parking lot and I’m the one they talkin bout
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I know wutchu talkin bout, all you do is run yo mouth
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Money talk for me, nah homey I don’t never shop
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I be on my paper route, it’s something you know nothing bout
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15000 dollar couch, you sleepin on yo mama couch
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34 inch cubic links, so heavy that it make slouch
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Keep my wrist flooded homey, I ain’t worried bout a drop
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Paper to the ceiling, man I swear it’s just too much to count
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But long as I can count up on my blesses I’m gon keep it countin
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(Hook)
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck
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(Verse)
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Bitch you in a coma if you ain’t feelin us
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A mill+ but it still ain’t enough
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I ain’t good at giving trust
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Cuz these bitches and these niggas get yo head bust
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Yea these hoes and these niggas get you locked up
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Thug life, still can’t stop us
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Fuck around, go broke, tryna top us
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In a Phantom with a trunk full of choppas
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Fuck it, po’ a 4 in the crush
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Them boys, they a’ight but they can’t fuck with us
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Bring them bottles here, yea that’s us
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Section full of broads, hell yea that’s us
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We got the whole club turnt up
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Spike them bottles with that molly, getting fucked up
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Yo, we do this shit every night
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Thug boss, I’m that nigga that you bitches like
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(Hook)
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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I’m in that drop Rrari, with the ceiling off
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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Ye ain’t gotta like me, I don’t give a fuck
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I’m rollin over haters in that Rover truck
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Don't Give A Fuck
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| Slim Thug |
