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Verse 1:
Nigga I got that loud up in my pocket
And quick to hit a nigga with that silver bullet rocket
Cool ass nigga keep the pretty girls jockin
Plus I keep ya girl with me like a picture in a locket
Benjis nigga, Benjis nigga got them Benjis nigga
Unapologetic to a chick like robyn fenty nigga
Gold watch and chain and roll around with twenty niggas
And I gotta care package from what my dawg sent me nigga
All my girls light like they under the lamp
And we just been gettin ready like the thunder at camp
We tryna get rich boy, rich boy
So play yo niche boy
So take ya pick boy
Bitin niggas shit boy, tryna get rich boy
Hook:
We need money so we do what it takes
Robbin niggas, we ain’t robbin no banks
We need guap, headed straight to the top
Ain’t a man alive that can make me stop
Verse 2:
Yeah, Im not a thief I just came to take what mine
Y’all worried bout another but you is not on ya grind
They fall head over heels but these the hardest ones to climb
And you all up in my life but yours is runnin outta time
Foolish of you think that you can reprimand me
You got me crackin up, like some ashy hands be
Mad ass niggas sit down, they can’t stand me
And me and ace always been good, no plan B for us
I know some niggas fed up
Is you mad cause the chick you digging gettin wed up?
Or is you mad cause you usin books to keep ya bed up
It’s ok, young nigga you just keep ya head up
Hook:
We need money so we do what it takes
Robbin niggas, we ain’t robbin no banks
We need guap, headed straight to the top
Ain’t a man alive that can make me stop
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