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[Intro]
Mm-mm, testing my gangsta lately, like
Niggas don't get no money, for real
Ain't stepping on some shit
You already know, for real
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
If you ain't getting money, come tap in
Run it up and then flex with the backend
I was just down in the struggle like trapped in
Ain't gon' speak on the shit I did back then
I'm presidential, now pull up in black tint
All the problems I had on my life, love ain't never change nothing
But I swear that them racks did
Most of these niggas like bitches posting guns on the 'Gram
But that ain't really you, catfish
[Verse 1]
My bitch sayin' I'm more extra than adlib
Hit the gas, make the coupe do a backflip
My account balance look like a tracklist
Nigga try take some from me, bet I smack, bitch
Need a bitch like Serena who tucking the racks
Fuck niggas want me in caskets
Bro copped the thirty and shot for the basket, blrrr
I keep my feet up, they count my cheese up
Can't bring my gun then a nigga get beat up
She feel my gun, she think she got my meat up
Bitch, it's poppin', it's safe where we link up
But I get away when I say so
Finger my baby then I go finger trough kasos
Told her I wasn't I cheater
But then she found out I was cheatin', tomato, tomato
[Intro]
Mm-mm, testing my gangsta lately, like
Niggas don't get no money, for real
Ain't stepping on some shit
You already know, for real
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
If you ain't getting money, come tap in
Run it up and then flex with the backend
I was just down in the struggle like trapped in
Ain't gon' speak on the shit I did back then
I'm presidential, now pull up in black tint
All the problems I had on my life, love ain't never change nothing
But I swear that them racks did
Most of these niggas like bitches posting guns on the 'Gram
But that ain't really you, catfish
[Verse 1]
My bitch sayin' I'm more extra than adlib
Hit the gas, make the coupe do a backflip
My account balance look like a tracklist
Nigga try take some from me, bet I smack, bitch
Need a bitch like Serena who tucking the racks
Fuck niggas want me in caskets
Bro copped the thirty and shot for the basket, blrrr
I keep my feet up, they count my cheese up
Can't bring my gun then a nigga get beat up
She feel my gun, she think she got my meat up
Bitch, it's poppin', it's safe where we link up
But I get away when I say so
Finger my baby then I go finger trough kasos
Told her I wasn't I cheater
But then she found out I was cheatin', tomato, tomato
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