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[Intro]
Yung Rari

[Verse 1: Ballout]
I'm in LA, they play my sh*t in the city
Forgis on all the foreigns like them b*tches come with it
What I'm breakin' down? gross, I ain't smokin' no midget
I'm riding in outta space with stars in the ceiling
Been in LA 6 years I been spend me some millions
Diamonds VVS and my diamonds flawless from johnny
Glory Gang pendant yeah you know it's from johnny
Rocks in my Bezle, I don't know what time is
n*gga I'm breaking down bells, f*ck a scale
I got more racks than tennes, n*gga f*ck a jail
I pay fools since I was broke n*ggas thought I was in cell
I pull off in a sig like a bat outta hell

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I just hopped out like I'm fresh out of jail
We just sent the grocery boy go way 'bout the mail
Better than training how I be sparking them hills
Take your b*tch 7 foot and spark her hill
You working like you jack throw over the hill
Turn down million dollar deals man I feel like Chappelle
b*tch I’m super high don’t ask me how I feel
I’m not even tryna f*ck so why would I Netflix & chill
Bro nem be up on that hot sh*t but my neck super chill
I had left the f*cking block & got a crib just like PHIL
I had a dream 'bout check then here come Mike Will
They ask me do I want some money then I said I guess I will
[Chorus: Ballout]
Get money so easy, this rap sh*t fake believe me
Pullin' up in a 'ghini, I make sh*t look easy
Ballin' no arena, racks on me Serina
Pourin' up the leana, I think I got a fever
This n*ggas so greezy, f*ckn*gga be easy
Bullets flying breezing, I treat these b*tches even
I make sh*t look easy, rob a n*gga easily
Come get easy sticker, pull up in a demon

[Verse 3: Tadoe]
Young rich boss how am supposed to be aye
I got n*ggas in the street that'll blow for me aye
I got aunties that'll blow for me aye
A hundred bottles birds hit the trap urgently
I got aunties that'll come serve for me
I got n*ggas in the hood sell dope for me
Work-work clean to figure life n*gga aye
Since a youngin', b*tch I been a f*ckin n*gga
I'm tryna get up on you like I'm f*ckin jigga
This that motherf*ckin verse n*gga
Play them games, put you in the dirt n*gga aye
Put you on a f*ckin shirt n*gga aye
I heard your life scandalising on the guys aye
I cook you with this 4-f*ckin-5 aye
b*tch you know I'm already super f*ckin fried aye
b*tch you know I'm rich, chill open up fragrance
[Chorus: Ballout]
Get money so easy, this rap sh*t fake believe me
Pullin' up in a 'ghini, I make sh*t look easy
Ballin' no arena, racks on me Serina
Pourin' up the leana, I think I got a fever
This n*ggas so greezy, f*ckn*gga be easy
Bullets flying breezing, I treat these b*tches even
I make sh*t look easy, rob a n*gga easily
Come get easy sticker, pull up in a demon