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I don't need no favor, nah, I don't need no favors Busy chasin' paper, yeah, yeah, I'm gon' need it now Bentley two-seater with the top down And then [?] here we are right now Bitch, I need to know, I ain't playin' around If it ain't the money, what we talkin' 'bout now Pay me what you owe me, I'ma need it now Throw it in the air, watch shorty go down Spanish mami movin' it For the money she gon' like to fool with me 'Bout to shut it, show me what you do with it Right now, bitch, I'm talkin' right now, now I don't need no favors, for they say they made us (yea) Your talk wasn't that patient is you niggas faking' (yea) Didn't I tell you Swiss rapper is a legend in a makin'? Got that billion dollar mind for that pussy and that paper Bitch, I prayed for this 'cause I couldn't get away of it Long nights in the north side swissside Where niggas ain't made for this Break the limit, dedicate for this Till I'm in the category greatest hits (yea) I was tryna find a way for this ('Cause we love that shit) Busy trapping for the mansion All my niggas, they be bankin' Over-workin', never hangin' My lifestyle be changin' Now every nigga want the same thing My ex wish I won't make it Haters say it's too basic So why the fuck I should listen Fuck you mean, sip Promethazine With the whole team and we feel good First class flights, paradise nights with the right wife Yeah real hood Yeah, she got it, team, team Yeah we 'bout it, come around With a bad bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, she got it I don't need no favor, nah, I don't need no favors Busy chasin' paper, yeah, yeah, I'm gon' need it now Bentley two-seater with the top down And then [?] here we are right now Bitch, I need to know, I ain't playin' around If it ain't the money, what we talkin' 'bout now Pay me what you owe me, I'ma need it now Throw it in the air, watch shorty go down Spanish mami movin' it For the money she gon' like to fool with me 'Bout to shut it, show me what you do with it Right now, bitch, I'm talkin' right now, now Trippy, trippy [?] suck me, suck me She drippin', she drippin', she wet like Mississippi You gotta be kiddin' if you think you fuckin' with me I'm whippin', I'm whippin', puttin' work in the kitchen Gotta keep everything on the low, yeah I can't trust anyone out of soul, yeah Wake up early mornin', get my cake up Count every dollar, make sure it's there, bruh All of my niggas they be screamin' money for the passion Better gimme, gimme Franklins Now it's all about reppin' Till I die, no pension No flexing just actions cause a lot of niggas just actin' Sacrificed it now I have it Man, all this shit is for the family Yeah, we started Dream dreams as an artist Dream team how I call it Till my niggas ballin' We ain't never fallin' I got niggas, they gotta get it in the kitchen Whippin', whippin waves Busy tryin' for the mansion All my niggas, they be bankin' Over-workin', never hangin' My lifestyle changin' Now every nigga want the same thing My ex wish I won't make it Haters say it's too basic So why the fuck I should listen
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