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I like getting money you can show me the paper
You ain't getting money you just talking big faker
Hop out the jeep track hawk big tanker
You ain't slide for your dead guys
Low Ranker

They heard I got the pack in tell them tap in
I snuck the glock in bro brought the Mac in
yeah
Dissing lil Nate what you want a reaction
Ugh
Good with mathematics turn them boys to fractions
Go
See them no rapping I'ma have to clap him
He a lil ass boy Ima have to nap him
Brodie like knives so I'ma told them stab him
Seven six two's trying to box watch the hollow jab him
Slime trying to slide Ima have to back him
Trap him
Caught on his block and he got boxed in
Me and Bucks slimed out forever locked in
Love my glock so much we like Gina and Martin
LA Laker ain't gone hoop without the paper
Go
Real street shaker choke slam The Undertaker
Role up the zaa don't need a wood big paper
Real zaa
He a real faker without the guns body breaker
We turns his savage up
We the real savior
Shots hit his chest leave him coughing got nasal
How ya sliding three deep ain't nobody getting shot
Out four AM y'all ahead of the clock
We don't slide unless the damn lo got dropped
Youngin tried to reach for his gun and got popped
Stop
We seen you making post when your mans got shot
Ain't getting no get back stop dissing need to stop
Fake pages in my Dms that's the opps
No pole on him we tried to hit him in his top

I like getting money you can show me the paper
You ain't getting money you just talking big faker
Hop out the jeep track hawk big tanker
You ain't slide for your dead guys
Low Ranker
I like getting money you can show me the paper
You ain't getting money you just talking, big faker
Hop out the jeep track hawk big tanker
You ain't slide for your dead guys
Low Ranker

Bands make her dance chopper make them ditty bop
After I drop this banger it's gone make the city hot
Niggas told on the guys they're the neighborhood cops
We got more shots than a fucking mini bar
Skirt off in a track hawk this my new car
Back in the trap if this rap don't go far
Banging on shit like my name was Jabar
Back in the trap if this rap don't go far

I like getting money you can show me the paper
You ain't getting money you just talking big faker
Hop out the jeep track hawk big tanker
You ain't slide for your dead guys
Low Ranker
I like getting money you can show me the paper
You ain't getting money you just talking big faker
Hop out the jeep track hawk big tanker
You ain't slide for your dead guys
Low Ranker