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I got that money flow, never stop
My lil' shooter clickin' 'til your head pop
He in the trap and it never stop
Feds got behind me, I swear that I'll never stop
Stop that shit, I got a bag and you mad, lil' bitch
On Miami, I just fucked a bad lil' bitch
Can't stop that shit, look at my wrist, that's rocks, lil' bitch
I got some drip on my socks
I beat up the bags, box
Just want the jack with the stash, spot
I can't fall in love with no damn thot, huh
My shit VVS and you still wearin' silverware
My shooters ain't playin' fair, they robbin' everywhere
Fucked on his broad, now he wanna kill me
Motherfuck the feds 'cause they still tryna jail me
Walk in the club and we turn it up
Your fuck nigga tried and he got burnt up
When I come to your city, my burner tucked
Shoot his ass in the face since he act so tough
I want them racks, I can't get enough
Got a hundred on straps, we blowin' shit up
Double back with this MAC, leave you stiff, leave you stuck
Bitch, I'm a rich shooter, we fuckin' shit up
I got that money flow, never stop
My lil' shooter clickin' 'til your head pop
He in the trap and it never stop
Feds got behind me, I swear that I'll never stop
Stop that shit, I got a bag and you mad, lil' bitch
On Miami, I just fucked a bad lil' bitch
Can't stop that shit, look at my wrist, that's rocks, lil' bitch
I got that money flow, never stop
They sent me a deal and that shit was not
Some niggas be snitchin', some niggas hot
Some niggas be flippin' and whip the pot
See me, I'm no gangster, no lacker, no actor, no trapper
The only nigga to admit I'm a rapper
You spend your money on a bitch, I just stack up
My phone be beepin' like a truck 'bout to back up
That's conference, y'all, bitch, I'm a boss
I got lawyers and accountants on call
I know shooters, make 'em mad, they gon' draw
Now your body is surrounded by chalk
I'm from a place where the dog, he gon' bark
And if you get hit, they ain't callin' no yard
But if you get caught, they ain't droppin' no charge
Have you eatin' Big Texas while rockin' the orange
Wellin' over cappin', I'm from that BG land
Rappin' over trappin', I made two hundred bands
If they gon' kick in the door, I don't know what happened (Not again)
I got that money flow, never stop
They sent me a deal and that shit was not
Some niggas be snitchin', some niggas hot
But ain't none of my niggas was ever locked
I got that money flow, never stop
My lil' shooter clickin' 'til your head pop
He in the trap and it never stop
Feds got behind me, I swear that I'll never stop
Stop that shit, I got a bag and you mad, lil' bitch
On Miami, I just fucked a bad lil' bitch
Can't stop that shit, look at my wrist, that's rocks, lil' bitch
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