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(DamJonBoi)
Ooh-wee, mhm, splash, ooh-wee
Real gangster, ain't wearin' no fanny pack
Louis V monogram jeans, where the blammy at?
Only way I'm sleepin' with the bitch, if she pay me that
Seven rings on like I'm Tom Brady runnin' back
She flew in to steal your money and you ordered that?
Hatin' on me but drive a Buick, you afforded that
In my early ternties touchin' millions, had a covid sack
Dropped a crazy eight Adidas check on some Maybachs
Ayy, Moncler bubble coats, just dropped off a brick
Reach for the neck like it's sweet, and get popped in your shit
Your bitch can go mountain climbin' with these rocks on my wrist
SRT Hellcat, I might just slide in the pit
All them bricks that I twisted, man my wrist need an AP
Twenty tee flawless lil' nigga dropped an eight-piece
Hit a nigga shit from a distance, cost an AGs
Get on nigga ass with the switch, sold me fake Ps
Poppin' tens out the script, we slappin' pressed ones
Bitch askin' me questions, she must think that this a press run
32 degrees around my neck, it got my chest numb
We don't hit the range, we hop in traffic when we test guns
In the booth with the phone in my hand
I ain't readin' no raps, the ho just made thirty bands
Sippin' syrup in the Maybach makin' plans
Got a ho up in Japan, finna fly her to Thailand
Might pour a four of syrup up in the can
Lean hit me so hard I could barely even stand
Diamonds on my hand, Roku controller
Bitch see them lights flash, now she tryna sleep over
Ayy, bitch tryna sleep over, but I got too many plays
I'm cross country with the hustlin', pick up money different states
Look at Peso over there, pulled up in an i8
My nigga locked up gettin' money, shit I guess crime pays
Ain't doin' too much of that talkin', but I take off niggas fitteds
Me and bro Michael and Franklin how we clearin' every mission
SRT hop out, but used to shoot out Honda Civic
I grab my chop, rock out, and get to stompin' on the business
Man if you up that bitch better not hesitate
Slid on they block, thirty minutes you see yellow tape
I see niggas broke, and they poor, can't find a better phrase
Finna pour a bitch car note up in this lemonade
Saucin' on the bitch, like yes I make her spend her pape
Everything bussed, VVS, ask Johnny Dang
Catch 'em in the alley meet the stretcher, I ain't fuckin' playin'
Get the money counter, bitch I'm finna start another chain
Who is father nature, hit the club they call me brother rain
Who you think you foolin', and your uncle watchin' brother chain
You would think I climbed my crib, I got it out the gutter mane
When it come to smoke we run towards it, you'd run away
It ain't even eight, I'm puffin' eighths and gave my cup an eight
Told the teller grab some floaties, bitch I'm finna flood the bank
If we see 'em, buckle up, 'cause I can't let 'em run the plates
Used to want a hundred bucks, now what the fucks a 100K?
Used to split a meal, but now we eatin' off a hundred plates
They can't figure out how they gon' stop me hit a hundred- ayy
They can't figure out how they gon' stop me hit a hundred straight
Thinkin' we some green lights, I guarantee we'll pump his brakes
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