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All my shit up on me hit

Glock nine right up on my hip

Spent like ten up on one fit

I keep going I swear I don't miss

Mix my Balenci' with Rick

I crash out about my chips

I came up I'm finally rich

Can't no nigga tell me shit

Yadigg

I'm getting richer and richer and richer

I just been living up on my own time but I'm still gon' drop 300k for a Richard

And when I shoot, only aim for the neck lil' bitch ain't nothing less, I be balling like Richard

I get check and break bread with my brothers, I been dropping dimes like my last name was Fisher

My diamonds shining up on a young nigga, when I walk around they be looking like glitter

That bitch a bird, I can't fuck with no thot, she gon' go tell the world like it's mother fucking Twitter

When I wake up in the mother fucking morning, I check my account and just count up them figures

I had to put all my money aside, I was counting so much started hurting my fingers

Said I'm undefeated lil' nigga

Nobody can tell me shit

I been getting money since a young nigga, I ain't ever had to move a brick

And my main homie keep a stick

False move, he gon' let it rip

Fuck a Kim, bitch I need a Keyshia

Maybe then she gon' get a ring

Swear to god she more than a fling

New cuban, now she wanna link

Deathlock a nigga, call me Sting

Move with killers, nigga like Hinx

And we still driving foreign cars

And we still buying out the stores

See this tennis chain from a far

.223's rip his ass apart

And lil' shordy said that I'm a star

And she told me I'm a make it far

On another planet no mars

She my lil' treasure Bruno Mars

And I'm still gettting fettuccine

And I'm still counting up ziti

Call lil' shordy up, she said she ready

Said she always down to get some fetti

Drip like five figures, no Headie

This money come my way like I'm Fetty

I'm winning like everyday, where's the confetti?

I move with a saint around me like I'm Teddy

Diamonds froze on me, Cold Stone

Money moves, can't talk on the phone

When I'm by myself, I'm not alone

Right beside me, hoe I keep a pole

All my shit up on me hit

Glock nine right up on my hip

Spent like ten up on one fit

I keep going I swear I don't miss

Mix my Balenci' with Rick

I crash out about my chips

I came up I'm finally rich

Can't no nigga tell me shit

All my shit up on me hit

Glock nine right up on my hip

Spent like ten up on one fit

I keep going I swear I don't miss

Mix my Balenci' with Rick

I crash out about my chips

I came up I'm finally rich

Can't no nigga tell me shit

Can't no nigga tell me shit

Can't no nigga tell me shit

Yadigg

Yadigg

Yadigg

All my shit up on me hit