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[Intro: 3200 Tre]
She say she like the new bag I'm in (SLAJIDI, turn me up), I just hopped in it
Huh, I'm in the inside, mm-mm, 'cause I'm gone
Alright, keep, don't stop it, keep eating, come on

[Verse 1: 3200 Tre]
Huh, she say she like the bag I'm in, I just hopped in it
Huh, this n*gga Rollie kinda weird, I hear his clock tickin'
Huh, she like, "Why your pop look like that?", I just dropped in it
Don't p*ss me off, I pull up to your hood and leave some shots in it

[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Ridin' 'round with that one tool like I'm shopliftin'
My 60 in that Stryker wit' the tool, I'm just block bendin'
Already came and changed the game, I'ma locksmith it
Hm, you gotta wait it to the end, no, I am not finished

[Verse 3: 3200 Tre]
Huh, you can't talk sh*t like this, we do it at a high level
Huh, my phone don't never stop ringin' 'cause my price better
Hm, I'm tired of rainy days, I'm trying to move to nice weather
Huh, I ain't a fan of FaceTime, I think Skype better, come on

[Verse 4: RMC Mike & 3200 Tre]
f*ck a good in the Hellcat 'cause it got nice leather
You can ski on my AP 'cause the ice better
Hm, I talk crazy off the top, you couldn't write better
I hate when n*ggas try to shop and don't cop'
Them n*ggas price checkers
This n*gga trading with the sleep, she let Mike hit her
This b*tch the gator, wrong pus*y to the right n*gga
Huh, I'm a always keep my gun, I won't fight with you
Hm, my b*tch p*ssed 'cause I won't never spend a night with her
[Verse 5: 3200 Tre & RMC Mike]
Like, how's you my b*tch if I ain't never there?
Huh, why could I not be in the streets? It's dope everywhere
Hm, I'm not just good in my hood, I go everywhere
This b*tch got a hundred on her, these shots could go everywhere
Hm, when it come to Michael J's, I got a every pair
Hm, I be out there in that field, b*tch, I'm everywhere
Fat n*gga f*ckin' on your b*tch, she call me teddy bear
I ain't gotta bring the bag on T, 'cause it met me there

[Verse 6: RMC Mike & 3200 Tre]
Hm, that mean a touchdown
Rock the whole venue, even if I had a tough crowd
They like, Mike, you kinda childish, that's a bust down
I can teach you how to get some pape' cause it's enough 'round
A million dollars in all hunnids, can't wait to touch it
Hm, I be doing what I want 'cause sh*t, I hate a budget
Three-fifty cash for eight songs got the label's comin'
You spent some sh*t to go off, I got paid for comin'
She broke bread just to f*ck, I got paid for c*mmin'
All my hoes think I got hoes, that's the main assumption
Hm, I fell in love wit' the pape', I like to date the money
Huh, I don't just need US dollars, I want Asian money
Hm, I'm sick I had to throw the pint, that b*tch tasted funny
Hm, she can't get a CPL, she bought a taser from me
I keep a lot dogsh*t everyday like I made the money
Hm, where your PPP loan? n*ggas played wit' money
Come on, I ain't got to use my own, I want the label money
[Outro: 3200 Tre]
Like, I wanna, I wanna use they sh*t
Yeah, come on