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[Intro]
Ha, you f*cking with Trent, by the way

[Verse 1]
Everyday, different f*cking things I’m seeing every motherf*cking day
You would think a n*gga dreaming, way I’m gliding to this paper
b*tch, I hold my weight up
Never get it f*cked up
I got glass on the table just to sniff this snow
I’m a junkie with them flows, I just thought that you should know
I only talk about myself, and my money, and my clothes
You ain’t with me, lil b*tch, you gone
‘Cause I had to keep this lil sh*t closed
I gotta keep this lil sh*t gone

[Chorus]
Playing for keeps, Playing for bags
Catch him on street, do a f*ck n*gga bad
Better have my money by the time I’m back
I don’t even play, I get in, and that’s that
I got a thot b*tch eating up stacks
She gon’ suck di*k ‘cause she seeing my status
When we done, I dismiss her right back
The pus*y was fun, but it came with some slack
How could I leave my lil brother on lack
Look how I pop sh*t, look how I walked in this motherf*cker talking sh*t, I ain’t goin’ back
I’m on the path that’s making me millions of bags, you think that i’m gonna give up?
I see a bad b*tch, I got to ask for the address, just to know where I should walk
[Verse 2]
b*tch, I’m playing for keeps
Half of y’all n*ggas can’t hang with me (ouu)
I came ready to eat
I f*ck this b*tch, I’m already on E
Man, get away from me, get that fake sh*t far away from me
If you walked in this space with me, you best be ready catch a casualty
I’m moving pounds so casually
Roll up a pound so casually
I’m counting kilos, n*gga, bought a liter
Get the f*ck out the window, ‘cause I got the key
But the car got no window, you can’t even see
Them f*ckers so black, you think I’m tryna flee
Put the team on my back so everybody eat
b*tch you not gon’ get a bigger plate than
Me
Ha, you f*cking with Trent, by the way
Hop out that b*tch in the intercontinental [?] out the f*cking door
Pushed her in the Uber, got the f*ck up out of there
She was playing like a classy ho
Like a n*gga stupid, like I ain’t know

[Chorus]
Playing for keeps, Playing for bags
Catch him on street, do a f*ck n*gga bad
Better have my money by the time I’m back
I don’t even play, I get in, and that’s that
I got a thot b*tch eating up stacks
She gon’ suck di*k ‘cause she seeing my status
When we done, I dismiss her right back
The pus*y was fun, but it came with some slack
How could I leave my lil brother on lack
Look how I pop sh*t, look how I walked in this motherf*cker talking sh*t, I ain’t goin’ back
I’m on the path that’s making me millions of bags, you think that i’m gonna give up?
I see a bad b*tch, I got to ask for the address, just to know where I should walk