Shame
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (mixture)
I don't want the shame
Walk my way straight to fame (straight to fame, straight to fame)
Dumb bitch, you is lame (you is lame, you is lame)
I put the Glock straight to your face (yeah, yeah)
You know I don't miss the range (miss the range)
Countin' dough, countin' cake (countin' cake)
I'm not gonna die today (die today)
I hate when you pull up late (pull up late)
Too many hoes, they all fake (they all fake)
Pussy boy, yeah, you a snake (you a snake)
I need a break (need a break, yeah)
Too much headache (headache, yeah)
I don't wanna lose my guard, yeah (guard, yeah)
Boy, you gotta know you ain't hard, yeah (hard yeah)
You little man, why you actin' tough? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma get the money
I'ma get it all (yeah, yeah)
Too much ice, call it waterfall (waterfall)
You know that I ball (that I ball, yeah)
Stand on my money, now I'm tall (that I'm tall, yeah)
Play her like a doll
Plug tryna call, yeah
(Tryna call, yeah, tryna call, yeah)
Plug tryna call
Put the pussy's all on mute (all on mute)
Simon says 'Go take the loot" (take the loot)
Fuck with the gang and we gon' shoot (we gon' shoot)
Big dreams, still, want the Bentley coupe (Bentley coupe)
She actin' nasty, she all in the mood (in the mood)
It's clout just killing his own booth (yeah)
I know I ain't nothing new, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Counting Washington's count it all blue (yeah, yeah)
Flow so sick, like I got flu (yeah, yeah)
Gucci, my jacket and Jordan, my shoes (Jordan, my shoes)
Make the champagne pop all up on the roof, yeah (yeah, yeah)
They say that they real, show me just proof, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I don't want the shame (the shame)
Walk my way straight to fame (straight to fame, straight to fame)
Dumb bitch, you is lame (you is lame)
I put the Glock straight to your face (yeah, yeah)
You know I don't miss the range (miss the range, yeah)
Countin' dough, countin' cake (countin' cake)
I'm not gonna die today (die today)
I hate when you pull up late (pull up late)
Too many hoes, they all fake, yeah (fake, yeah)
Pussy boy, yeah, you a snake yeah (snake, yeah)
I need a break (yeah, yeah)
Too much headache
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (mixture)
I don't want the shame
Walk my way straight to fame (straight to fame, straight to fame)
Dumb bitch, you is lame (you is lame, you is lame)
I put the Glock straight to your face (yeah, yeah)
You know I don't miss the range (miss the range)
Countin' dough, countin' cake (countin' cake)
I'm not gonna die today (die today)
I hate when you pull up late (pull up late)
Too many hoes, they all fake (they all fake)
Pussy boy, yeah, you a snake (you a snake)
I need a break (need a break, yeah)
Too much headache (headache, yeah)
I don't wanna lose my guard, yeah (guard, yeah)
Boy, you gotta know you ain't hard, yeah (hard yeah)
You little man, why you actin' tough? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma get the money
I'ma get it all (yeah, yeah)
Too much ice, call it waterfall (waterfall)
You know that I ball (that I ball, yeah)
Stand on my money, now I'm tall (that I'm tall, yeah)
Play her like a doll
Plug tryna call, yeah
(Tryna call, yeah, tryna call, yeah)
Plug tryna call
Put the pussy's all on mute (all on mute)
Simon says 'Go take the loot" (take the loot)
Fuck with the gang and we gon' shoot (we gon' shoot)
Big dreams, still, want the Bentley coupe (Bentley coupe)
She actin' nasty, she all in the mood (in the mood)
It's clout just killing his own booth (yeah)
I know I ain't nothing new, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Counting Washington's count it all blue (yeah, yeah)
Flow so sick, like I got flu (yeah, yeah)
Gucci, my jacket and Jordan, my shoes (Jordan, my shoes)
Make the champagne pop all up on the roof, yeah (yeah, yeah)
They say that they real, show me just proof, yeah (yeah, yeah)
I don't want the shame (the shame)
Walk my way straight to fame (straight to fame, straight to fame)
Dumb bitch, you is lame (you is lame)
I put the Glock straight to your face (yeah, yeah)
You know I don't miss the range (miss the range, yeah)
Countin' dough, countin' cake (countin' cake)
I'm not gonna die today (die today)
I hate when you pull up late (pull up late)
Too many hoes, they all fake, yeah (fake, yeah)
Pussy boy, yeah, you a snake yeah (snake, yeah)
I need a break (yeah, yeah)
Too much headache
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