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Streets so sad Ride around town, thinkin' 'bout my homie I need that bag Got that case a nigga try to get up on me Stop draggin' my swag Keep the campaign going, I deserve a trophy Long live Up Next Now I gotta do it all on my lonely How they gon' try to compare us? (How?) I hang with ballers and players (Style) I could've been in the feds (Gone) If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Some bread) But I'm in the house with the money piling (With the money) Come here, lil' bitch, give me head (Give me head) She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles (Shut up) Baby, I need all my meds (Yeah) How they gon' try to compare us? (Yeah) I hang with ballers and players (Ball) I could've been in the feds (Mall) If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo) But I'm in the house with the money piling Come here, lil' bitch, give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles But baby, I need all my meds Baby, I need all my meds Baby, I need all my meds I'm in the house with the money piling Come here, lil' bitch, give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles But baby, I need all my meds Wipe off the whips with the rag (Skrrt) We got bikes we forgot in the shed (Forgot) Pour up lean and I sip, I don't share (Lean) Fully loaded, I'm comin' prepared (Yeah) You'd rather sit 'round and hate But I'd rather go get to that bread (For sure) You'd rather go on a date I'd just rather count money instead (Count dough) How you don't know what to wear? (How?) I like for niggas to stare (Stare) How her ass touching her hair? (Wow) But I do not like to share (Nah) We walk around at the fair (Yeah) Niggas is turnin' they heads (Yeah) Can't wait to get in the crib (Crib) Why I thank God in the Benz How they gon' try to compare us? (How?) I hang with ballers and players (Ball) I could've been in the feds (Mall) If I wasn't sitting on some bread (Woo) But I'm in the house with the money piling Come here, lil' bitch, give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles But baby, I need all my meds Baby, I need all my meds Baby, I need all my meds I'm in the house with the money piling Come here, lil' bitch, give me head She huffin' and puffin' 'bout baby bottles But baby, I need all my meds Baby I need all my meds Got blue hunnids, I'm stacking this bread All this drink, I be waking up late I got thirty racks stacked by the bed Your girlfriend wanna go on a date When in traffic she giving me head I'm a boss, I put you in your place Better watch what you say, I ain't playing You my brother, I ride for my mans You stay down and you stuck to the plan I got you when you stuck in a jam Ride or die when it come to the fam Takin' pictures, I shine when the lights off She wanna know what my chain cost VVS teeth when I floss Taking wins, can't take a loss All this money, prolly need a vault You doing bad, that is not my fault They hating on you when you do good I'm doing me just as I should I really wish a pussy nigga would Me and Skola we in yo hood Double cup and a Backwood We live a life that you wish you could