Cut the act Summrs

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[Hook]
I know you wanna ride with me lil baby, let's fuck up some cash
I got a bad ass bitch, she ain't got no tiddies, but she got a ass
I'm in the back of the plane, counting 'em bands, yeah I love them bands (yeah)
Bitch I pop percocets, I don't smoke no gas (yeah,yeah)
Ten bands in my pocket, I ain't tryna brag (yea, yeah)
Going way harder this year, I know they mad, (yeah)

[Verse]
My nigga he crazy, he shooting out this matte black
Pull up to party you know all my niggas we strapped
Cut the act lil' boy, you know you ain't sippin' on act
Bought my bitch a necklace, now we match
Niggas was up in the field like they ran track
She said I'm "the [?] can you cover my rent?"
Bitch keep tryna make plans
Hellcat, yeah it's quicker than sand
We gon shop whenever we land
Bitch don't call my phone, I told you I'ma call you back when I can
Crazy how these drugs put me in a trance

[Verse 2]
Boy, you better not put no bitch over some money
Nigga like me let my bitch count up my money
And a nigga like you [?] dumbass
And my nigga really really really clutching on that Hellcat
30's on my wrist and I'm like okay
Flooded out my bitch and she like okay
I just wanna know if you okay
You just always want it your way

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