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[Verse]
I get the cash I'm like fuck it, let's ball
I pass a Glock to my brothers, I'm Chris Paul
Stand on the cash and shit, I'm nine feet tall
Nineteen bullets in the clip hit nineteen frauds
Yeah when I turn nineteen I'ma have like, hmm nineteen broads (Nineteen)
Lil bro in a jam, they like damn [?]
Only bought a gram, lil' bro got the fam, oh nah nah nah
Ak Pakistanm shit go blam gra-ra-ra

[Chorus]
I'd go ten for ten on albums if I ever made one
So I got like a hundred albums, but they'll never see the sun
7.62 51 that bitch came with a titty drum
If that paycheck ever hit lil' bitch [?] gotta come
Sippin' on drank this not no rum
Smokin' on green fuck up my lungs
[?] smoke out the [?] the fuck are you dumb?
It's mе and lil' keeta can't fuck with a bum
[?] Drac' spin back they run
This all one take, walk out I'm donе
How much cash? I don't know, a ton
Hop in that Jag and go for a run

[Verse 2]
I been on my lone
You don't know about me, boy stick to your ho
I been getting my bread, that cheese and provolone
If she calls you're at the phone
I don't wanna answer her 'cause I know what she on
I'm off Percs so done
Lil' bro roll up gumbo
Steady smokin' drums
I keep that K like gung-ho
In love with no fronts[?]
She playing with his heart strings
That lil bitch gon' strum
30k don't set apart me
Rich I still be reef
In a way they gonna part me
They can't copy me
I'm so up still ain't even start yet
Oh lets get shit started
I done let ya'll have your fun now its time for the party
Draco with a laser beam you see that bitch alarming
Lil' bro walked in with the reaper you would think he farming
All these twitter losers I can't tell if they beefing or they sparing
This bread up in my pocket, on your hunger shit you starving