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[Chorus]
Play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play
Pistol play, pistol play, pistol play, pistol play

[Verse 1]
Cash is all in my face
It ain't nothing, seems like I won a top race
My money sick now, got me living top choice
Cuties give me cakes and make sure they moist
I done got this bread, livin in luxury
I'm keepin haters wishin that they was me
Keep it clownin'
Money pourin' out the sky and the swag resoundin'
I went and got made, now my bread right
Catch me chuckin' ones on a Thursday night
I got these pretty girls choosin'
And haters were mad I was winnin', they was losin'
They minds, tryna hate on a hustler
I top stanged, now my cash more than I can muster
I heard they clique full of strugglers
Meanwhile, I'm top, [?] call me a money rustler