[Intro: Lil Duke]
Yeah, first song of 2018, you dig?
Yeah, shout out my Alabama niggas
Mattazik Been Boomin' Off Rip!
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I'ma clean up like a maid, every day I'm gettin' paid
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade
We was just thumbin' through cash
And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid
I can't be makin' no minimum wage
Used to be broke now we all on the stage
[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I'm this bitch with The Game
Sixty whole racks for the chain
They're singing my shit all in Spain
Got off my ass and I made me a name
Young nigga runnin' with mobsters
We eatin' shrimp, steak, and lobster
And we don't fuck with imposters
I spend a rack on some joggers
I'm in LA like a Dodger
Bad bitches all on my roster
Sippin' on lean, need a doctor
I poured an eight in a bottle
Pull up and hop out, I'm proper
Christian Dior, no Prada
Top of the year, I'm 'bout to hop on a Lear
Bend that ass over, I fuck from the rear
Finna sleep in the air and I don't gotta steer
Broke with no money, you cannot get near
Sipping on lean, I'm not drinking no beer
I talk about hundreds, I don't want to hear
I'm tryna stack up a milly and grind
Been working so hard, I know it's my time
They do not want me to shine, I gotta keep me a nine
I can't be wasting my time, I gotta get it, I grind for what's mine
I can't be pouring up lines, I buy me a pint every time they come 'round
Keep it flat like I'm Santana, pour up a deuce in a Fanta
Ballin' on niggas with handles
Fresh as a bitch for the cameras
Yeah, first song of 2018, you dig?
Yeah, shout out my Alabama niggas
Mattazik Been Boomin' Off Rip!
[Chorus: Lil Duke]
I'ma clean up like a maid, every day I'm gettin' paid
My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade
We was just thumbin' through cash
And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid
I can't be makin' no minimum wage
Used to be broke now we all on the stage
[Verse 1: Lil Duke]
I'm this bitch with The Game
Sixty whole racks for the chain
They're singing my shit all in Spain
Got off my ass and I made me a name
Young nigga runnin' with mobsters
We eatin' shrimp, steak, and lobster
And we don't fuck with imposters
I spend a rack on some joggers
I'm in LA like a Dodger
Bad bitches all on my roster
Sippin' on lean, need a doctor
I poured an eight in a bottle
Pull up and hop out, I'm proper
Christian Dior, no Prada
Top of the year, I'm 'bout to hop on a Lear
Bend that ass over, I fuck from the rear
Finna sleep in the air and I don't gotta steer
Broke with no money, you cannot get near
Sipping on lean, I'm not drinking no beer
I talk about hundreds, I don't want to hear
I'm tryna stack up a milly and grind
Been working so hard, I know it's my time
They do not want me to shine, I gotta keep me a nine
I can't be wasting my time, I gotta get it, I grind for what's mine
I can't be pouring up lines, I buy me a pint every time they come 'round
Keep it flat like I'm Santana, pour up a deuce in a Fanta
Ballin' on niggas with handles
Fresh as a bitch for the cameras
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