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Yeah (ooh)
Running up bands, this shit getting dumb, yeah
Back of the Benz, I was like: Hell, yeah: Yeah
Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah
Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah

When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the–)
Up on the sofa, catching dome (woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)

Stop calling my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
I'm not from the zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me: Go blam it (bro, bro)
Yeah, fuck what you saying, you a lil bitch, go talk to your mommy

I don't got time for the fuss
Riding 'round, I be collecting them bucks
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks
I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah

I don't give a fuck that's a plus
Whole lot of money on me, got 'em booked
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust
I'm 'bout to bet there's some buzz (yeah)

I'm 'bout head out the Range
I don't give a fuck where they laying
I be collecting my chains
Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain

Bitch, it's a wonderful day
Dipping and dapping, don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay

Didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve it, I didn't deserve (yeah)
Any time that I want, bitch, I'm leaving this earth (yeah, ah)
They told me: Get back: Bitch, there's still bills for the purse (brr)
And fuck what you think, 'cause you wish for the worst (dah)

No, don't you did it, I'm pushing my limits, ah (pushing my limits)
I'm squeezing that bitch, like I'm squeezing some lemons (yeah)
Ah, fuck what you said, bitch, I'm pushing them limits, yeah (ooh)
Back in the day, I was riding that Civic, I'm pushing the limits, no gymnast, yeah (ooh)

Pull up, I'm in that lil Urus, I'm swerving and dapping
That bitch in my business (oh, yeah)
Bought a new Patek, it sit on my wrist, and it glisten

Them motherfucker listen to me
'Cause I'm talking a lot, and I'm walking a lot
Got a lot of money on me, parking the lot (whoa)

I got them woods, got them bitches in the back
Got the bricks in the back, I don't brag 'bout the bag
I got a Glock and it sit on my lap
'Bout to shoot, go doo-doo-doo-doo and it did

I already said it a million times, but
I'm 'bout to go back and just say it again (yeah)
Bitch, it's fuck what you said, and it's fuck what you read
I don't give no fucks, bitch, you better off dead (yeah)
Lizards are slimey like this, bitch, I leave 'em on read (whoa)

Yeah (ooh)
Running up bands, this shit getting dumb, yeah
Back of the Benz, I was like: Hell, yeah: Yeah
Counting up money, this shit so fun, yeah
Fully loaded, 'bout to load up my gun, yeah

When you live like this, this shit so fun (honeybun)
When you count that bread, this shit get dough (honeybun, up on the–)
Up on the sofa, catching dome (woo)
I bought the Tonk', I bought the truck (skrrt)

Stop calling my phone, just leave me alone, yeah, damn it (yeah)
I'm not from the zone, I'm not from my home, I'm not from this planet (yeah, yeah)
I'm high on life, my Glock talk to me, it told me: Go blam it (bro, bro)
Yeah, fuck what you saying, you a lil bitch, go talk to your mommy

I don't got time for the fuss
Riding 'round, I be collecting them books
I'm 'bout to, skrrt, no fucks
I'm 'bout to swerve and back on the trucks, yeah

I don't give a fuck that's a plus
Whole lot of money on me, got 'em booked
All double Givenchy, addicted to bust
I'm 'bout to bet there's some buzz (yeah)

I'm 'bout head out the Range
I don't give a fuck where they laying
I be collecting my chains
Rolls-Royce got the umbrella for rain

Bitch, it's a wonderful day
Dipping and dapping, don't make no mistakes
Cook his ass up like a grill, like a steak
I don't give a fuck what you say, you can't stay

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