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Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos

All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough

All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on

I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow

Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos

All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough

All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on

I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow

See, I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fours

I wanted a grill a cuban link had dreams of rollies all froze

And I ain't want no skinny jeans, young nigga wanted J-Bos

Strike a pose, throwin' fours, and then we mob on the floor

Na, Na, Na hoe (hoe)

Hoe close that door, finna light up and smoke

Na, Na, Na trick (trick)

Light that bitch

Grab the bic real quick

Rise above the bullshit

I know I never change, learn to swang, change lanes

Smoke propane

Pops move than cocaine, never been the same

Nigga like me can't be tamed

Just sit back and watch me work

I'm finna make em' all trip

Now let me get two pair

You know my ones all white when I step

I separate myself from niggas that be runnin' they lips

See, I been on a mission, gotta make that money double flip

So y'all lost, and I'm a ball at all costs

I see my neck start to frost, and then my ears start to frost

They say you pay what it costs to turn yourself into a boss

You know I gotta let you know, nigga, I'm from the South

Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos

All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough

All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on

I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow

Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos

All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough

All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on

I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow

Now, look, we ain't been gettin' along

But she won't talk on the phone

You said you wanna get her gone

But you was scared on the phone

Nah, nigga wanna get me gone

As he said on the phone

Said he was tryna throw stones

In a brand new, happy home

Look, niggas gon' talk that talk

Pops told me he just rapped what I thought

Let a young nigga just rap on the thoughts

Gon' rap my shit when I'm dead and gone

Nigga, don't call my phone

Niggas get drunk, now I'm standin' on my own

Livin' in my grace, now I could've did you wrong

Justify saying you was chillin' in the zone

Know some dirty, south young niggas

That got it out the mud

Really ball like they spud, nigga

Florida boy got the gold on his teeth

Know he gettin' money by the flood

Texas nigga with them subs, nigga

You can see that smoke when that dough swang

Niggas gang, gang, but I be chillin' on my own thang

Some niggas turn to athletes

Some niggas get exposed

We livin' in the world

Just about anything goes

It's gettin' weird in here

Niggas start to poke out they chest

See, I can set it off like Boosi

I can be Kanye West

Sit back and watch the world stress

While I chill in my jet

Just watch the questions go unanswered

Cause I never address

Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos

All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough

All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on

I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow