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On the bed, countin racks
Yeah they keep on talkin
He could never understand
Yeah you keep on fuckin' talkin so
I'm gonna get your mans
He can talk behind my back but
I know he really a fan
Yeah they keep on talkin
He can't talk about this money
I see zeros in yo bank account
I'm laughing 'cause it's funny
Smoke him up like Freddy Krueger
Got me feeling like I'm Lucki
Look in yo direction and
Turn nothing into something
Eat it up like Subway, blow up on a monday
You can keep the conversation
I'm just getting more bank
Yeah they cannot stop me now
I'm really bout that shit
100s in my bank account
I'm counting all my digit's
Flying high just like a pigeon
We gon hit him with precision
Many, way too many bitches
But I don't give a fuck doing
He keep feeling like he gotta
Pay me for a favor
Don't fuck with my bag I know
That you ain't countin hundreds
You did not create that shit
So go and meet your maker
Ace Attorney, we gon send him to detention
Everybody mad
So I tell them whats the tension
Keep me out that bullshit
I don't want them mentions
Do this for myself
Bitch I don't do this for attention

You can't fuck with my grind
The only time they fucking want me's when the
I don't really give a fuck
I know that I'll be fine
You really acting like a bitch
You really crossed the line
Kill yourself, burn in hell
Which one I can't fucking tell
Hundred thousand on my shoes
That money going down the well
Thanks for asking, bitch I'm well
Got the deagle on my belt
And I'm feeling like I'm Saturn
Got them drugs up in my mail

Moving like a zombie, keep that 30 on me
We gon do him dirty
Like some mufuckin laundry
If they do not like it then
They better come and stop me
Ha, come and try it bitch
I got a fucking army
You be tryna find me like Safari
Looking like a vegan
I got green up in my pockets
And you thought I wouldn't make it
Bitch you better come and watch me
He was talking all that shit, so we
Gon hit him with a dropkick, dropkick