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Came with a K, I'm just saving me
I changed it around, now I'm playing with heat
We all stuffing our pockets like 20 at least
We all getting the profit, ain't no need to preach
I was just gone off the leach, I'm telling ya
I was abusing the beat, I'm telling ya
Shipping out, it's the season, mailing them
I got the hammer on me, I'm mailing it

With the Christian, I mix it with Vetements
Seen the charts and I just got a better cheque
And I'm in the charger, I'm charging, they think I'm a felon now
Set up shop, got no prices neither
I was known just to hold my Nina
Double back, I'm going to touch that Meter
Cant go back since I got this freedom
In the lab, need the thrax, I need them
I'm on e coz I had to feed them

I might change the summer coz the money mean
I might count a hundred, hundred times on E
Got the hundred drum and timed it to the beat
Got rich with all my brothers, this shit wasn't for none
Got up and then we stuffed it, we got a whole lotta coverage
So you wanna listen all of a sudden
Walk em' down, ain't really no rush
Out in public
4 door, Big B, that's money
And that's it, I just keep getting money
Cut it up, we ain't doing no fronting
Get the backend, chicken bussing
Count the backend, chicken bussing
Never know when I'm using the .30
Independent, ain't going for none
Getting bucks was really the verdict
Hold it down, had to triple the sums
Aye, triple the sum
Had to get it like it was just none
Track, parked in the sun
Blacked out, I'm feeling numb

With some Christian, I mix it with Vetements
Seen the charts and I just got a better cheque
And I'm in the charger, I'm charging, they think I'm a felon now
Set up shop, got no prices neither
I was known just to hold my Nina
Double back, I'm going to touch that Meter
Cant go back since I got this freedom
In the lab, need the thrax, I need them
I'm on e coz I had to feed them



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Writer(s): William Blose
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