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Bank account too federal She's acting up gave her some Adderall She told me why my money tall I said wait... shhh The ops on the call I fuck on your and bitch she call me a hero Diamonds on me I feel like subzero Feel like a Crip cuz iam counting these blue strips 2 Broads and 2 Foreign whips Damn why I got too much clothes ouu Damn why I got too much hoes Wait can you hop off my line 3k on me I guess that is fine Ok counting these bands is satisfying ouu Fuck on your bitch right behind I fuck on your bitch but she do not mind She wanna hop in the car Wait money longer than a limo Fuck on your bitch with a tinted window Spend a whole rack on my feet First place never end in defeat She wanna fuck on me like she do not mind She wanna fuck like she got a big mind Ok I got big brain, you got lil brain we not the same Take her upstairs she give me some brain Take her upstairs I go super sane Ion wanna talk unless its about money Ran off on a lick my pockets on thick Money so tall it looking like Clifford Main man so you know I am the big bird huh No lil brain only big brain Fw my bros cuz they always on my side Never been the one to snitch Never been the one to switch Why is my pockets on thick Ok lemme run up this band lemme put it to your face Lemme be the one to tell you I ain't got a case Bank account too federal She's acting up gave her some Adderall She told me why my money tall I said wait... shhh The ops on the call Me n Yung Kerm just be stacking that green You talk out ya neck but you all jus some fiends I sit back n laugh n just smoke all this weed I hang with my dawgs ya we mod as a team Hearin that mess i don't need disrespect I can only do good so my crew get these checks But don't sleep on my boys cuz we always gon flex And you'll see just one day that we gon be up next Like fuck Gotta go hop on the beat Me n Yung Kerm get this bag we gon eat New bad bitch n i know she a freak Talkin that mess cuz i only spit heat Smoke out the pound n roll up a wood We ain't smoke the same but you wish that you could I'm only myself i ain't reppin no hood Do it for the team to make sure they good I'm talkin only truth so don't be mad at me Stop your dirty looks you just wannabe I be only giving heat cuz this be third degree And i'm feeling on this beat like 1, 2, 3 Bank account too federal She's acting up gave her some Adderall She told me why my money tall I said wait... shhh The ops on the call
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