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'Finna make a bag then blow it
Imma go hit a (?) then blow the bag
Imma get my stacks right back
Imma get a choppa better back up

Look at the yeezy pair, n*gga
Get close (?) tote the chair
I don't give a f*ck about your feelings
Getting the money look at his feelings
Imma keep runnin' until I hit a billion
sh*t so delirious
You all hilarious
n*gga you gettin' furious (hahaha)

I am so coldhearted (?)
Call me Frosty the Snowman
I am bored you can come pick up yo' hoe man
Talk all that sh*t you finna catch these hands
We been keepin' that sh*t on fire
I can feel them scared‚ they callin' me Michael Myers
If you're talking money then make conversation
I don't give a f*ck‚ too many accusations
Your mother see me with the bag‚ she was like "goodness gracious"
I keep two Glocks, in my pocket

Imma pull up and take out your socket
Me and my bro pull up with the rocket
Don't give a f*ck diamonds really flossin'
Yeah, shawty getting really freaky huh
n*gga you can't beat me
Your hoe really on my di*k you don't evem know
Keep talkin' sh*t (?)
I don't give a f*ck imma be cheating
I don't give a f*ck i'm not gonna be greedy
If you're not talkin' bout money I don't give a f*ck about the meaning
(?)
b*tch what do you be believing?
b*tch what you be seeing?
(?)
Jayden Smith I see that n*gga i'mma hit him with that blade
I don't give a f*ck if you hate me
Imma be making my buck

Talkin that sh*t
I been packed
(?) I came from the trap
Yuh