[Intro]
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm
(Money Musik)
[Chorus]
You know lil' Duvy, he's a beast
And if a plate up on the table, we gon' eat
Straight to a hundred mill', I told my fams, "We gonna feast"
And if it's you or me, my nigga, you gotta leave
You want the smoke in here? Better have money for this beef
Lil' bros, yeah, stay alone, see, yeah, the streets ain't what you need
Ain't love for nobody, gotta go get it
I did bad, yeah, for the team
Can't lie, I'm sinnin', got that Drac', no OVO
Posted right there by the store, I sell it clean, you wouldn't know
[Verse 1]
My nigga he lied, he wouldn't tell you what he know
Get cheques from overseas, I'm making bands, just hit my phone
You say you was ridin' with me, you ain't ridin', that's fo' sho'
Homicide, she linin', bae, she sticking to the code
Guap come in, in many ways, lil' Duvy making plays
In Miami like I'm Wade
Shooters ain't hesitant
I couldn't brag, I kept it humble
Football, he fumblin', two twins, they hit 'em, that's that cutta
Big dawg, flexin' with no muscle
She thinks she's lit, yeah, want Gucci, want cuddle
Pissed off, I ain't had nothing
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm-hmm-hmm
(Money Musik)
[Chorus]
You know lil' Duvy, he's a beast
And if a plate up on the table, we gon' eat
Straight to a hundred mill', I told my fams, "We gonna feast"
And if it's you or me, my nigga, you gotta leave
You want the smoke in here? Better have money for this beef
Lil' bros, yeah, stay alone, see, yeah, the streets ain't what you need
Ain't love for nobody, gotta go get it
I did bad, yeah, for the team
Can't lie, I'm sinnin', got that Drac', no OVO
Posted right there by the store, I sell it clean, you wouldn't know
[Verse 1]
My nigga he lied, he wouldn't tell you what he know
Get cheques from overseas, I'm making bands, just hit my phone
You say you was ridin' with me, you ain't ridin', that's fo' sho'
Homicide, she linin', bae, she sticking to the code
Guap come in, in many ways, lil' Duvy making plays
In Miami like I'm Wade
Shooters ain't hesitant
I couldn't brag, I kept it humble
Football, he fumblin', two twins, they hit 'em, that's that cutta
Big dawg, flexin' with no muscle
She thinks she's lit, yeah, want Gucci, want cuddle
Pissed off, I ain't had nothing
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