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Yeah nigga, SMG in this bitch
Get money niggas know what time it is
I done turnt up in a year so you could tell that I got brains
Icey they asking if I went by Johnny Dang

This lil' ass money bag on my chain cost them bands
You the type to go to jail try to make some friends
Her close friends on Instagram look like OnlyFans
Try to fight me behind that hoe you catch more than hands

Nigga hollering bout he need a front on them thangs
Stop playing man I need my cash in advance
That Glock bang leave a nigga brains in the sand
Flex a nigga, then I be like damn I ain't playing

Nigga, what you saying? Dive with that Glock
What's your down payment? This a hellcat in my mouth
I flex ain't no doubt I ran in this house
Weeks I went out now I stack for that drought

Took the paper route so I feel like I'm Dolph
Wipe a nigga nose, thought he was hard on that soft
My shirt ain't plain jane it's plain but ain't plain jane
My shit water it's wet, but it ain't rain

She said she pulled me over, she heard I'm the dope man
Took her to the trap beat her back on a box spring
Nigga, we got clientele an nigga they high as hell
Bitch fine as hell, she said she from Cozumel

And she like Loratabs, Xanderbars
Percocets, fentanyl
Ain't no more selling crack
I remember where I come from, now look where I'm at
Now everybody and their mama askin' me for shit

If you ain't jose me in that pow wow nigga, suck a dick
Before I fuck your bitch
And we got clientele an nigga they high as hell
I don't break it down, so look, I don't need a scale

An bitch I'm bonding out so look I don't need a cell
And I don't fuck with nothing so look, you don't need to tell
Already know we gettin' money, flippin' money
Big money, this ain't no rent money

This some books and tickets and I never went money
Hit the mall, give a fuck bout what I spent money
I tryna buy 30 switches, I done cut bout 40 off
Now I got 30 bitches, I got a 30 ball

Or some dirty 30 murder business, this ain't no 30 in this clip
This bitch shoot 30 minutes, I'm on a mission for the millions
I ain't gotta mention, and when we pop out, we official
We be presidential, we handle business like some motherfuckin' politicians

And I don't want her, but her booty softer than a pillow
And she don't like me, but I fuck her better than her nigga
You wanna fuck with me, your credit score is 750
They say I'm bougie, but look, bitch, I ain't no regular nigga

Me and Kanique we stay together I ain't never kiss her
And I'lI roll a nigga up like a fuckin' swisher
And watch me throw that money up while I'm behind a stripper
I keep about 10 grand on me, I'm that fuckin' nigga

A lot of hundreds, lot of fifties, an alot of twenties
3,100 every time a nigga hit the dentist
2,600 to my bitch every time she get to trippin
2,600 if a nigga tryna score with me

2,600, ain't no money, y'all some broke niggas
And every time I see you, bitch, you with some hoe niggas
Bitch niggas, dick riders, y'all some gold diggers
I'm a gorilla, ain't tryna be no fuckin' goat

Nigga, check you and you never fuckin' spoke
I woulda tear that motherfucker to the floor
Ima big hitter
Yeah seven months nigga made six figures
I could talk that money, nah, I could buy a chinchilla

And I'm still hangin' with them killers and them dope dealers
And bitch, I'm Bookoo pressure
Last nigga that I shot got hit with that Beretta
Nigga play, he gon' lay right under a shovel

My outfit got my ex, bitch, under the weather
I'm fresh to death, but I still ain't tryna take no picture
This every day, tryna think of Bookoo ways I could make me some more cake
I got a hundred grand stuffed up in a safe

This 50 its gone beat a murder case



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Writer(s): Bradley Harris
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