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Ohh, ohh Ohh-whoa-whoa Flew to Toronto, I linked up with twin, mh Hop off the plane and I hop in the benz Money been moldy, they telling me spend Little bro in the back and he beggin' to spin Spin, spin, spin, spin (spin) Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin Huh, hop off the road then I hop in your ho Go hit a lick then I'm back on the road Little bitty nigga, I stay with a pole And I stay strap like a pair of girbauds The city on my back, I carry the load Run it back up 'cause I'm back in that mode They thought it was over, got back on them hoes They thought it was over, got back on them hoes, yeah It's hard but I had to grow to make it I got four houses in Atlanta, no more home invasions And I post my pic when I leave, I can't show locations 'Cause I'm rich don't mean I go complacent And when I hear myself that's motivation (hey) Hey, yeah Bulletproof on the coupe (coupe) Flashlight on the tool (tool) Walk him down, you know it get a little hard to run in shoes (shoes) Fuck that, cross that line, it could go down anywhere it do (do) 'Cause I know niggas coo-coo, stupid (yeah) Money bring problems My sister mad a week straight They hollering about a bag I'll rather carry the briefcase I been geeked out my mind, back to back smoking truffle Ayy, 365, y'all, my brothers and they in trouble so I Flew to Toronto, I linked up with twin, ay Hop off the plane and I hop in the benz Money been moldy, they telling me spend Little bro in the back and he beggin' to spin Spin, spin, spin, spin (spin) Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin Huh, hop off the road then I hop in your ho Go hit a lick then I'm back on the road Little bitty nigga, I stay with a pole And I stay strap like a pair of girbauds The city on my back, I carry the load Run it back up 'cause I'm back in that mode They thought it was over, got back on them hoes They thought it was over, got back on them hoes, yeah I know niggas thought it was over for me Shit, I woulda thought that too, man You hottest you is Quan, the hottest you was, uh They just go ghost I feel some type of way too, man, ay (I been getting money) Still gettin' it, still gettin' it, yeah (I been getting money) Still rich, still rich, yeah Anywhere I go around the world They don't question to ask my name What I look like missing Trae Droppin' fifty at the raptors game so I Flew to Toronto, I linked up with twin, mh Hop off the plane and I hop in the benz Money been moldy, they telling me spend Little bro in the back and he beggin' to spin Spin, spin, spin, spin (spin) Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin Huh, hop off the road then I hop in your ho Go hit a lick then I'm back on the road Little bitty nigga, I stay with a pole And I stay strap like a pair of girbauds The city on my back, I carry the load Run it back up 'cause I'm back in that mode They thought it was over, got back on them hoes They thought it was over, got back on them hoes, yeah Spin, spin, spin, spin (spin) Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin (I been getting money) Spin, spin, spin, spin (I been getting money) Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin Spin, spin, spin, spin, spin, spin
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