Marching lyrics

[Verse 1]
The problem is
Money coming fast, jealousy coming slow
[?] shoulders, knees and toes
At six figures or better only way it's feasible
You [?] that sh*t unbelievable
Every city we should go Imma show out better know
Barely go out, let some dough out, it's a blow out silly hoe
I got [?] from the flow it was like six of us
They be on bird sh*t so probably brought sticks with us
I come off off in the corner, pop more sh*t than your daughter
Bout 15 from the border, can't find fish in that water
Bounce in the street, Fendi paddles underneath
I go malice on the bеat
[?]
I know rocks from the east
Might put fire to a beef
No tossеd salads, gotta eat
Make hood ballads for relief
I took him from the corner, he took me to California
He paid what he weighed, trying to f*ck me like an owner
I be trying to stay moody, nearly being prosecuted
n*ggas really going through it
They need motivation, have to do it
f*ck it, take the top, remove it
b*tches really going going
Suddenly they started shooting
Oh they trying to show them show them
Three two, this one, that one
This guy, this b*tch want me too now
They can see it coming, say I'm rich now
So my mind is trying to move now
Bounce sh*t for Sosa
You should stay [?] your sofa
The crack is f*cking make the most of
Bread will make us keep a toaster
It's crazy
[Bridge]
This sh*t crazy
Huh

[Verse 2]
It's a wrap, tell them they could fold
They done made too much money, they just lackadaisical
I never did some disrespecting on a hoe
I never [?]
Knew I'd hit running up after this n*gga and what do you figure
You ended up broke
Already ready and set when it go
Ooh he love me so
f*ck it I'd probably say me too
This a game I've played before
Move [?] baby I'm too bossy
When I say flossy this ain't no new bra sh*t
Go ahead applaud me but this ain't no act
Call the DJ on repeat and tell him run this sh*t back
Small moves cow but I need big shepherds
Only pick a n*gga who apply big pressure
Never been intimidated by a b*tch ever, b*tch
Pull up in a foreign, tell her cry on this leather
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