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And what would you say was one of the biggest lessons you learned So far, when it came to bein' in the streets? (Trust) I like cash, money-money, yeah, that's all I know (that's all I know) I'm not a scammer, you want some, then you can call me though Dissed this one opp, he disappeared, like, "Where Waldo go?" (yeah, where Waldo go?) I'ma have 'em drop, then spin the block, you they all gon' go (bah-bah) I like cash, money-money, yeah, that's all I know (that's all I know) I'm not a scammer, you want some, then you can call me though Dissed this one opp, he disappeared, like, "Where Waldo go?" (yeah, where Waldo go?) I'ma have 'em drop, then spin the block, you they all gon' go (bah-bah) Before I break her back, I hit the trip and break the work down I just bought 200 10s, I'm goin' straight to Perc' town Niggas in they feelings, go get some money, pull your skirt down (pull your skirt down) I feel like Lamar Jackson, runnin' for the first down I was signed to the streets before I heard of Lil Durk You don't wanna feel I got inside this chop', yeah, this shit hurt (this shit hurt) You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best (yeah, you fuckin' with the best) You need a fuckin' army, you're gonna take me, I'll take you all to fuckin' hell Bitch, I'm in the field, callin' plays, like the combine I signed my son birth certificate filled with all dollar signs I'm 'bout to take a trip, three hours there, another three back (another three back) A six-hour drive, I'm comin' home with 14 racks (14 racks) I was 15, on that blacktop, knockin' hard off I grew up in 'em Jets like G Baby off of Hardball (Hardball) Pulled up in a Benz, I just made it do the 'cat noise All this cash on me, niggas think I signed to Bad Boyz (yeah, I signed) I can get you two for one, this shit like CatDog I don't like to drive, but I pull up and drop the bag off (bag off) Before I break her back, I hit the trip and break the work down I just bought 200 10s, I'm goin' straight to Perc' town Niggas in they feelings, go get some money, pull your skirt down (pull your skirt down) I feel like Lamar Jackson, runnin' for the first down I was signed to the streets before I heard of Lil Durk You don't wanna feel I got inside this chop', yeah, this shit hurt You know where I'm at (you know where I'm at), I'm in the trap, yeah, I'm a trap nigga I can't chase a bitch, I'm chasin' bags, yeah, I'm a bag getter (I'm a bag getter) I hang with 'em vultures and 'em cobras, they be snakin' shit (snakin' shit) Told my mom I wasn't comin' back, but I still pay the rent (yeah) I feel like Rich Porter, I leave the game, I know they still gon' love me (still gon' love me) I was outta town like all month, my pockets filled with money (filled with money) Talkin' to my bankroll, my bitch caught me, said I'm trippin' out (yeah, what you do?) I think I'm goin' money-crazy, shit, I need a big amount I like cash, money-money, yeah, that's all I know (that's all I know) I'm not a scammer, you want some, then you can call me though Dissed this one opp, he disappeared, like, "Where Waldo go?" (yeah, where Waldo go?) I'ma have 'em drop, then spin the block, you they all gon' go (bah-bah) Before I break her back, I hit the trip and break the work down I just bought 200 10s, I'm goin' straight to Perc' town Niggas in they feelings, go get some money, pull your skirt down (pull your skirt down) I feel like Lamar Jackson, runnin' for the first down I was signed to the streets before I heard of Lil Durk You don't wanna feel I got inside this chop', yeah, this shit hurt
Writer(s): Leonardo Bostan, Jaquan Borneo Lee Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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