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Yeah, aye, yeah Yeah, aye, yeah Yeah, yeah, aye (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm the man Stepping with a plan Running up a band Money Imma Stan Molly or the Xan Brain is in the pan I was making plays You was in the stands I'm only flexin' cuz I know they can't stand me They see me ballin' now they act like they was family, yeah It's nothing but me and my bros Staying down with all ten of our toes I be runnin' this shit like I'm Bo Talking tough, we pull up to your door Turn this shit to a scene at the show Know my niggas don't play bout they dough When my young niggas geeked off a bean Well you know anything can go Running up the racks, Usain I had to grind for every stack, through the pain Why I'm pouring up and throwing back this green rain I just took these X pills, now I'm swerving in your lane Posted just outside the lobby blowing biscotti with me gang I'm trying to push that Maserati, I'm off addy everyday A nigga need some new ice, I might just hit up Johnny Dang My diamonds caught the flu twice, they sound a lil raspy when they sing Lil' nigga bought your boo ice, she was at my cribbo gettin' slain Looking at life in a new light I couldn't keep doing this shit the same, yeah TG play for keeps Playing finders keepers with these flows you ain't unique Ballin' in the big league, but you know I'm still smoking like Tyreke Know a nigga geeked Yo bitch she a lil' freak Topped me in my seat Said she want my seed, that's yo wifey, dawg Niggas mad, down bad cuz she like me, dawg I kicked her out, she came back over Hit her on the sofa Call that bitch a Uber Cold as Minnesota Molly in my soda Stepping with a plan Running up a band Money Imma Stan Molly or the Xan Brain is in the pan I was making plays You was in the stands I'm only flexin' cuz I know they can't stand me They see me ballin' now they act like they was family, yeah It's nothing but me and my bros Staying down with all ten of our toes I be runnin' this shit like I'm Bo Talking tough, we pull up to your door Turn this shit to a scene at the show Know my niggas don't play bout they dough When my young niggas geeked off a bean Well you know anything can go Running up the racks, Usain I had to grind for every stack, through the pain Yeah, uh Yeah, yeah Woah, woah Aye, yeah Woah, woah Aye, yeah Yeah, yeah
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