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Got a band

Got a band

And some change with it

You think we the same

But we way different

I been lane switching

I been lane switching

Cause I'm paid different

I been sticking to the plan

And you lames didn't

She been running through the bag

Trying to make her face different

I'm glad you think you straight

Cause your fade isn't

I tell my dawgs to throw it up

I tell my bitch to throw it back

Since the kitty was a kitten

Growing up

I knew I'd get that bag

And if I'm never blowing up

That shit don't make me sad

Money and the fame two things

Both buy honeys

Only one buy things

I got a girlfriend now

So, like, whatever

I'mma get that green

I ain't concerned about the clout

When I got diamonds on my rings

That's my third bust down this week

Had the trap shut down

But it missed me

Come down

Got me spinning

Spinning like a Frisbee

Calm down, bae

You're giving, "pick me"

Just found I'm kinda rich

It just hit me

Just found out

I pull a ten

Without a ten piece

Nose to the grind

To the kibble

To the Friskies

Met my bitch online

I know that that's a little risky

But I met it

Then I hit it

Now that kitty for the kitty

You ain't ever see 20k spread out on the fucking floor

I been seeing shit for years

That you ain't ever see before

I done seen that money come

And go right out the door

I done seen too much

Of what you've never seen before

Sold a house in jail

And bought my way back out the court

Ain't wake up in a Bugatti

But I passed out in a Porsche

And the opps, they trying to lop me

So I'm strapped up on the porch

And if they send me off to prison

I'mma miss them

But the mission never change

Air it out

No condition

No commissions cause I'm paid

Acquisitions, acquisitions

Double plate

Make her double take

Mix the gold up with the silver

Make a double chain

Sprinkle coke up on that ass

And call it funnel cake

Me, you, and the money and the Gucci

That's a double date

Kitty showed up

Then the trouble came in

Little stepper, step back

Big stepper, weigh in

Sign her titty like petition

Got her wishing on a

Wishing on a

Wishing on a

Wishing on a

Wishing on a

Kitty playing with that string

No sonata

I'mma take your dough

And turn it over

Empanada

I'mma take your hoe

And bust her open

No pinata

I ain't even gotta count the numbers

I just count the commas

Living for that green

No koala

And they shaking like chihuahuas

Cause I'm blowing

No grenada, nada