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You ain't talking bout money don't bring it up

You ain't calling bout money won't pick it up

Bad bitch looking good I might hit her up

Never been to Milwaukee but we get bucks

Who them niggas with motion? You know it's us

You ain't selling a thing you can't roll with us

Yea CHF nobody cold as us

Say you Family Ties then nigga throw it up

Bad bitch, I get behind that lil hoe like a adlib

Bend her over then I'm beating her back in

Walk in the club we got 100 racks in

Want a feature nigga then I'm taxing

They say I'm the goat

That bitch on her period I told her come bring her throat

Stepping on they neck they finna choke

Fuego getting fly really thought that boy was a drone

Ok then

Working everyday I know ima make it

Flexing on em swear I know that they hate it

Nigga mad his hoe got me in her playlist

I ain't fucking that lil hoe if she basic

I'm knowing I'm him

They say I'm the rookie of the year I'm feeling like Jimm

Bad bitch fat ass and the waist real slim

They threw me in that water I knew how to swim

Now I'm fly like a bird

Now I'm fly like a plane

Send me to an asylum I'm going insane

This hoe keep on tripping she think she the main

That bitch getting passed around just like a vape

Don't call me your twin nigga we not the same

Feel like Tory because I'm staying right in my Lane

Wanna tour, ima bring them backends on the stage

Got the Jwett they know Fuego be making em plays

I got back in that mode

We swapping out hoes

Want VV's but I gotta start with the golds

Can't see me, like power I'm finna go ghost

No TV, they clicking up like a remote

I do what I want and you do what you can

Had to jump off the porch I done turned to the man

Go and get off your ass I ain't holding your hand

Only 16 but I been fucking up these racks