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Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Ain't no one stopping me, I'm too lit that's why these niggas copy me
That's why all of they bitches on top of me
When you up, they don't give you no privacy
Nigga I just be lowkey and I'ma go stay out the way I be chilling with Mamadi
Nigga I be in passive mode nigga I'm off of the map, you 'gone have problems finding me
If you think that I'm sweet, come and try again
She 'gone swallow my kids like a vitamin
The new spider Ferrari climbing up the wall that shit look like spiderman
Nigga talk too much, that nigga done told on his mans that nigga ain't doubted him
And they like who that throwing that money over their, nobody invited him
Nigga I'ma just stack till' I'm six feet deep
That's why these niggas above 6'3
Stop sending packs, I don't need no beats
She slopped me up, she don't need no teeth
That nigga don't really want no beef that nigga gone run if he seeing me
All of the demons be on my side, we don't give a fuck bout' your Jesus piece (Yeah)
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Ain't no one stopping me, I'm too lit that's why these niggas copy me
That's why all of they bitches on top of me
When you up, they don't give you no privacy
Nigga I just be lowkey and I'ma go stay out the way I be chilling with Mamadi
Nigga I be in passive mode nigga I'm off of the map, you 'gone have problems finding me
If you think that I'm sweet, come and try again
She 'gone swallow my kids like a vitamin
The new spider Ferrari climbing up the wall that shit look like spiderman
Nigga talk too much, that nigga done told on his mans that nigga ain't doubted him
And they like who that throwing that money over their, nobody invited him
Nigga I'ma just stack till' I'm six feet deep
That's why these niggas above 6'3
Stop sending packs, I don't need no beats
She slopped me up, she don't need no teeth
That nigga don't really want no beef that nigga gone run if he seeing me
All of the demons be on my side, we don't give a fuck bout' your Jesus piece (Yeah)
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
Brand new fucking money, bought a brand new money counter
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