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Yung Purps man I'm stickin to the script
& I'm stackin erry hunnid till a mf rich
Yung Purps man I'm stickin to the script
& I'm stackin erry hunnid till a mf rich
Yung Purps man I'm stickin to the script
& I'm stackin erry hunnid till a mf rich
Used to roll up ppls blunts & now I'm sellin by the zip
I could neva be a sucka gaf ab a bitch
I got way too much ambition so I stay up on my shit
I'm the flyest mf steppin in some kripsy kicks
I can't wait until you see me rollin in that fucking whip
Ima have you hater mfs lookin at me pissed
Bitches gonna love my diamonds they gone see it through the tint
Bro I'm smokin on some potent, no you cannot take a hit
Yo I fuckin love my city, San Diego where it is
I love money in my pockets till that shit could barely fit
I been plottin on a come up ever since I was a kid
I get saucey on a bitch & watch her do it on my dick
Yea I pulled up to the party but I didn't wanna dance
She was tryna throw it on me, I was thinking bout em bands
Walkin w a waddle, paper pullin down my pants
Why you actin lovey dovey? I ain't into holding hands
Dedicated to the money so I never went to class
And I'm waitin on a case I hope the judge ll let me pass
Couple stacks in a week, tell me whatchu know ab it
You be talkin like you got it but you cannot show yo wallet
I get violent on a mf that be talkin bout me
So unless you really want it I suggest you keep it quiet
& I'm stackin erry hunnid till a mf rich
Yung Purps man I'm stickin to the script
& I'm stackin erry hunnid till a mf rich
Yung Purps man I'm stickin to the script
& I'm stackin erry hunnid till a mf rich
Used to roll up ppls blunts & now I'm sellin by the zip
I could neva be a sucka gaf ab a bitch
I got way too much ambition so I stay up on my shit
I'm the flyest mf steppin in some kripsy kicks
I can't wait until you see me rollin in that fucking whip
Ima have you hater mfs lookin at me pissed
Bitches gonna love my diamonds they gone see it through the tint
Bro I'm smokin on some potent, no you cannot take a hit
Yo I fuckin love my city, San Diego where it is
I love money in my pockets till that shit could barely fit
I been plottin on a come up ever since I was a kid
I get saucey on a bitch & watch her do it on my dick
Yea I pulled up to the party but I didn't wanna dance
She was tryna throw it on me, I was thinking bout em bands
Walkin w a waddle, paper pullin down my pants
Why you actin lovey dovey? I ain't into holding hands
Dedicated to the money so I never went to class
And I'm waitin on a case I hope the judge ll let me pass
Couple stacks in a week, tell me whatchu know ab it
You be talkin like you got it but you cannot show yo wallet
I get violent on a mf that be talkin bout me
So unless you really want it I suggest you keep it quiet
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Writer(s): John Zayak
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