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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
On the bed, countin' racks
Yeah he keep on talkin', he could never understand
Yeah he keep on fuckin' talkin', so I'm gonna get your mans
He can talk up on my back but I know he really a fan
Yeah he keep on talkin, he can't talk about this money
I see zeros in your bank account, I'm laughing 'cause it's funny
Smoke him up like Freddy Krueger, got me feelin' like I'm Lucki
Look in a direction and turn nothing into something
Eat it up like Subway, blow up on a Monday
You can't keep the conversation, I'm just getting more bank
No they cannot stop me now, I'm really 'bout that shit
Hundreds in my bank account, I'm counting all my digits
Flying high just like a pigeon, we gon' hit him with precision
Burning way too many bridges, but I don't give a fuck

[Verse 2]
Started from the bottom, going up like elevators
He be feelin' like he gotta pay me for a favor
Don't fuck with my bag, I know that you ain't countin' hundreds
You did not create that shit, so go and meet your maker
Ace Attorney, we gon' send him to detention
Everybody mad, so I tell them what's the tension
Keep me out that bullshit, I don't want them mentions
Do this for myself bitch, I don't do this for attention