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Double G buckle tucked under my shirt 

I taste Codeine when I burp 

I bought a Bentley forgot it insured 

You just so broke, boy you get on my nerves 

What would I do if the music ain't work? 

If I turn my trap phone off will it still chirp? 

I couldn't tell nouns from a verb 

But I could sell wings to a bird 

I could sell tags to a shirt 

Askin' me if you got tickets for sure 

I don't know, I'm not sure 

You just got hit with the curve 

I didn't know that pill was yours 

Said that she don't got no boyfriend, but sure 

I grabbed her ass, and she call me a perv 

Open the legs, so I had to insert 

Make my own beats, and I write my own words 

Cash found a diamond, tucked under the dirt 

I blew my third cheque in second in first 

Now I stack up, pay my bills on the first 

Me and body goin' half on the chicken 

First we sell it, then we splittin' the difference 

I don't got no time to waste on no bitches 

Cause I know that the sea got lots of fishes 

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Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green 

I think I need me a money machine 

I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me 

Waist 30, .240 tucked in my jeans 

Won't forget when no one cared about me 

Talkin' but they don't know shit about me 

Mad I'm the person they wanted to be 

This ain't the shit that they wanted to see, yeah 

Now they lookin' at me 

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me 

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me 

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me 

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My money tall hunnids, blue like a Smurf 

Neck full of water, it dripped on my shirt 

Nobody fuckin' with XO for sure 

Your label's new artist is really a nerd 

Suit my bitch up, yeah I bought her a fur 

Shootin' shit up, better act like you heard 

Before I tell, I'mma go to jail first 

Drivin' on Xannies, I might hit the curb 

Valentino on my shoes and my shirt 

She ain't want me back when I wanted her 

I'm from the Rex, but the Southside my turf 

Had to think twice when I ordered dessert 

Now I order my homies the surf with the turf 

Take a full addy, with a half perc 

It's the brown boy that made it happen first 

Look at me zoomin' my Rari, skrt-skrt 

Smokin' and stackin' and countin' up green 

I think I need me a money machine 

I heard some fuckboys are plottin' on me 

Waist 30, .240 tucked in my jeans 

Won't forget when no one cared about me 

Talkin' but they don't know shit about me 

Mad I'm the person they wanted to be 

This ain't the shit that they wanted to see, yeah 

Now they lookin' at me 

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me 

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me 

Now everybody they lookin' at me, now they lookin' at me