Courtesy Money Man

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[Verse 1]
These red bottom boots, bae, these ain't Timbs
On a DMT drug and I'm selling weed pens
Only real in the circle, I don't fuck with fake friends
Only high grade flower, so I'm going up to Mercury
Gave her CareCredit 'cause she said she wanted surgery (Yo, Nflated, spice that bitch up)
I can get the pack here and gone with some urgency
All my diamonds flashing like an ambulance emergency
Vacuum seal it for you, I'ma show a little courtesy
I just left France, I got overseas currency
All my exes love me, they regret that we broke up
Two Latina bitches with me gettin' coked up
Plug got a nigga waitin', damn, what's the hold up?
When the shit done drying, I'ma buy the whole yield
They know I'm growing indoor, you can tell from the light bill

[Chorus]
I'ma start a pandemic just like the Chinese
Countin' up while I'm watching Netflix, Stranger Things
Niggas ain't ballin', they can never ever make the team
Nigga, this is exotic weed, I don't do the nicotine
Pretty bitch ridin' with me, she got high self-esteem
Presidential Rollie, nigga, bustdown Jubilee
Bought a Trackhawk just to get from point A to B
Even when I was a child, niggas couldn't play with me

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