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Bitch I'm next Bitch I'm next
Bitch I'm him Bitch I'm Him
Don't want no friends nah just want benjamins
You ain't got no racks boy
I can tell by how you act boy
Sipping lean I pour that act up
Got too much racks in my pants bitch I can't even pick my pants up
That bitch on me so bad but I cannot be her mans nah
I don't know the answers feel like I know the answers
Run up make him a dancer
Money spread just like some cancer
Bitch I'm tryna get some racks uh
You ain't with me then get back then
Get them racks all from the backend
I can't fuck cuz she got mileage
This drip on me no stylist
Smoking thrax bitch I'm the highest
I'm like fuck it cop it buy it
And I don't even know the prices
This bitch on me she get to topping
Clean this money with some tide bitch I'm filing
And I can't do no 9-5 you must be wylin'
Ain't talking money why you talking bitch silence



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Writer(s): Cruz Fiedler
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