[Intro]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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[Hook]
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I know my wrist be dancing crazy
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Been on some fly s*** lately
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Used to be so d*** patient
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But now it's f*** you, pay me
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Can't let these m************ phase me
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Never let that money change me
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Ain't the way my mama raised me
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Don't need a rapper, can you blame me?
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[Verse 1]
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200k and VVS, yellow diamonds
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They wanna run up but they won't ever find me
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Sit right next to the F&N, m********* the government
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Sit down and I'm plottin'
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100 bands on my body
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f*** with them boys, catch a body
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Lil mama just want my pocket
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'Rari take off like a rocket
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Hold up, you too close
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I don't know, I don't know ya'
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Had to run it, run it up
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I will roll, I will roll ya'
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It's like how do you pop off
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They all act like they know ya'
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And Young Post be like potluck
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And they all love to blow ya, yeah
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[Hook]
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I know my wrist be dancing crazy
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Been on some fly s*** lately
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Used to be so d*** patient
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But now it's f*** you, pay me
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Can't let these m************ phase me
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Never let that money change me
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Ain't the way my mama raised me
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Don't need a rapper, can you blame me?
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[Verse 2]
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200, swerving, dipping, dodge on the highway
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