[Chorus: Young Booke]
I don't need a cosign
Put your hoe in designer
Get a hundred dollar liner
Yeah I take your bitch
Been with her since a youngin
Got bananas for you monkeys
Moved dope across the country
Yeah, they love Y6

[Verse 1: Young Booke]
All on the radio
I just want paper, no billy goat
But niggas don't hear me though
That's why all your prices are really low
I dig it, I'm ballen
They tryna knock me off, no way, I'm flawless
Copped a piece on the way, think it was like 80,000
We waitin outside your place, we don't shoot up just any houses
Money piling
Freaky still wildin
That savage shit, we still bout it
Yeah, we really bout it
Got the city vouching
Watch what you say, my partner just caught a new case
The game real
Gotta take all the cash, put it in the stash
Do the dash, can't crash
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