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Hold up, trauma man, trauma man Hold up, trauma man, trauma man money talk, money talk I get that check and I stack it My money blue like it's crippin' Say you a break and I'm different Wet that shit in an updated kitchen Fuck that lil' bitch on the island inside of the kitchen I ride with dead people I'm superstitious She give me head on the knee like she religious Knowing I throw but I ran on them digits by using my digits They wanna fuck with the kid like I'm Billy They wanna fuck with the kid like I'm Soirée Neena Murasi Nihasni You not bout' that life don't you lie to me Just like a horse she gon' ride me B.c your secret society Tranquil off some niggas for trying me Tranquil off some niggas for trying me I buy a house, then starting growing and lil' mama throwing it I put a four in it I'm going slow in it Living for now and we live for the moment She say when I touch her she wet as an ocean I crack the ceiling so purple post Play with the boss and get demoted Fuck with the boss and get promoted We just some hooligans We just some savages Who living lavish no I'm not average How you gon' win if you never stacking How you gon' win if you always losing He tried to rob me I had to shoot him B.c the army and we recruiting B.c the army and we recruiting B.c the army we might recruit you You won't believe it every week I gotta fly to Phoenix Then I repeat it I told my nigga hold the bail Then he reminded me, I told 'em keep it He told me take it back, boy I don't need it Why would you try me up like I'm not eating We both b.c we eat the same This shot is more than letters on a chain I get that check and I stack it My money blue like it's crippin' Say you a break and I'm different Wet that shit in an updated kitchen Fuck that lil' bitch on the island inside of the kitchen I ride with dead people I'm superstitious She give me head on the knee like she religious Knowing I throw but I ran on them digits by using my digits They wanna fuck with the kid like I'm Billy They wanna fuck with the kid like I'm Soirée Neena Murasi Nihasni You not 'bout that life don't you lie to me Jus like a horse she gone ride me B.c your secret society Tranquil off some niggas for trying me Tranquil off some niggas for trying me Look what I did they wanna fuck with the kid That's just the way that I live That's just the way that I operate You can get shot or cooperate Ran up that bag, flipped off a Duffel Fuck all these niggas, no I can't trust 'em We just be hustling I live the life of a G I'm accustomed He ran off with a pack, then I'ma bust 'em Running man chopper I trap in the gutter Money man chopper I knock off your brother Chopper put brick in the guap man kitchen Just hit a dime in the guap man kitchen I am a boss, look how I'm living Every strap on me clip got inches Every strap on me got extensions Knowing I throw but I ran on them digits I call the bro and he sending the shipment I want lil' mama mouth like a dentist I had to flood that black circle pendant I'm selling packs jus to feed my dependence Fuck her so good I might break her appendix B.c the circle I swear this is Kendrick B.c the circle I swear this is Kendrick I get that check and I stack it My money blue like it's crippin' Say you a break and I'm different Wet that shit in an updated kitchen Fuck that lil' bitch on the island inside of the kitchen I ride with dead people I'm superstitious She give me head on the knee like she religious Knowing I throw but I ran on them digits by using my digits They wanna fuck with the kid like I'm Billy They wanna fuck with the kid like I'm Soirée Neena Murasi Nihasni You not 'bout that life don't you lie to me Jus like a horse she gon' ride me B.C. your secret society Tranquil off some niggas for trying me Tranquil off some niggas for trying me
Writer(s): John Carrington, Royce Monroe Coffin, Tysen Bolding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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