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Great John on the beat, by the way You say you be getting cash, okay, what's the facts? We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whack, look Cook up, like I'm Walter, should've been on Breaking Bad, look Step up in the room, you see the drip, get hit with splash She see money coming quick, so she gonna throw that pussy fast And I know nigga's snitching for the cheese, they a rat You know me I'm never switching, yeah, my body different They're like, "Sleepy you a hero, why they paint you as a villain?" 'Cause they know my nigga's elegant, shoot up your residence They love me in my city, swear they treat me like the president I ran me up a bag, up a bag, up a bag I know they don't like it, how I came up from doing bad Had to run me up a bag, up a bag, up a bag Got a check, like it's Nike, I just do it and never brag You say you be getting cash, okay, what's the facts? We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whack, look Guarantee you get whack, guarantee you get done up I know some nigga's patiently waiting to catch a come up Now you look like a stain, once you're spotted, you gotta rub off We dump you, ain't no one on's, you never get the one up Move on, bitch you can die tonight This just a stain, hold your tongue (ssh) Where the funds? Don't play brave Don't play dumb, jackpot tonight Heard you got it, then I need that I punch you, push your teeth back Don't want to hear no feedback, nigga Ain't no chit-chat, you shinin', get your shit snatched Them windows tinted, slidin' down, they splittin' like a Kit Kat, look I'm from the streets, you take a L, you gotta get back And they don't want beef, we pull up on 'em with Big Macs, look You say you be getting cash, okay, what's the facts? We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whack You say you be getting cash, okay, what's the facts? We gon' run up in your stash, police on me like a rash You say you be getting packs, okay, got this and that Send my shooters where you at, guarantee you gettin' whack Guarantee you gettin whack
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Tegan Chambers, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott, Michael Kyle Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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