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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

This must be what it feel like to drop that top outside your apartment

One milli just ain't enough, add two more zeros, I'm gettin' just started

Maybe you should stay on topic, maybe you should stay on topic and drop it

My brother bout his green, he got more green when he dropped out of college

My bitch know she a problem, she step out baby just tweak for a comma

I don't even joce these hoes no more shit crazy they'll do for a dollar

All these fits cost house notes

Don't say shit Ion need no stylist

Yeah, I know she was a hoe last year, Ion care

Ion care bout mileage

Yeah, I know Bezzee gon' flip that shit

I ain't trippin', just made that deposit

Yeah, 225 to the ATL, we free

Like niggas can't stop it

Fuck with niggas think okay

Like fuck what niggas think

I be booted up off this molly

Prolly tan its prolly pink

I be jumpin' from the nosebleeds every time

I hit the bank

Might just crash out in the penthouse

Shout out to my brother Bank, okay

Top ten on everybody's list, top ten I'm who you got a problem with

Label got one more chance, I'ma drop they ass, can't nobody box me in

Baton Rouge radio askin' for drops, I don't do no drops, bitch, pay me then

You got one more chance for to ask me to do something

Fuck that shit, don't play me then

Niggas had wanted to see me dead over bitches, fuck that, spray me then

Had to move out that city for a bigger bag

Everybody askin' where Langston been?

Sold out, show sold out, they sold out merch, I'm doin' some amazing shit

I'm sold out on all my feelings for the fuck, niggas, y'all been doin' some basic shit

Yea

This must be what it feel like to drop that top outside your apartment

One milli just ain't enough, add two more zeros, I'm gettin' just started

Maybe you should stay on topic, maybe you should stay on topic and drop it

My brother bout his green, he got more green when he dropped out of college

My bitch know she a problem, she step out baby just tweak for a comma

I don't even joce these hoes no more shit crazy they'll do for a dollar

All these fits cost house notes

Don't say shit Ion need no stylist

Yeah, I know she was a hoe last year, Ion care

Ion care bout mileage

Yeah, I know Bezzee gon' flip that shit

I ain't trippin', just made that deposit

Yeah, 225 to the ATL, we free

Like niggas can't stop it

Runnin' through bags like a athlete, runnin' through tracks like a athlete

Runnin' through bitches in the backseat, fuckin' that bitch in the backseat, fuckin' that bitch in the backseat

Jamie told me to stop talkin' bout fuckin' niggas hoes, they'll put me in a casket

I don't even know who this hoe for sometimes, bitch, don't even ask me

How I got this much motion with no promotion, I ain't never gon' stay stuck

24 hours in a day, can't spend all my time with this bitch tryna lay up

Blah, blah, blah, watch how you talk to me

Wipe yo lil' ass with a paintbrush

If it ain't broke, don't fix it, that's just me, y'all niggas gon' stay broke

Motherfucker stay woke