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In my hood alot of people rely on the rosary
My girl about her bread i call her Josephine
We on a refill but she wanna pop a bean
I ain’t playing on the sideline your know about me
Ball so fucking much i feel like I’m kobe
Flying overseas foreign girls over me
Drop top with leather seats coca fresh from the coca leaf
I’ll be up all fucking week chopping up a key
My mind frames buckled bitch ima stay on my feet
Ima keep doing this till my back yards a beach
Driving thru the city smoking in the Jeep
Got that R and B no Jodeci
Wake and bake in the morning i can’t get no sleep
Moving presidential so come vote for me
My room like a frat party come get in my sheets
Remember when its money is the only time i speak
So if it ain’t cash its best to not say shit
Dont piss me of they call me mr spray shit
I’m all about them bank statements
Holla my plug and make arrangement
Rob your plug we ain’t gotta pay shit
Haters gonna hate but they ain’t shit
I’m all about cash im on my way to the payment
So if its about money we can make arrangements
All about my group just like ether
See a opp ill be open eggs like easter
Had to go and stop of at the Waffle House
Money’s the only thing we talk about
Big building compound can you call this a house
Laughing at my ex-girls wishing they didn’t move out
On my inbox tryna say shit
Your little heart girl ima break it
Theres only one way to handle it
Take her to bang at the ampersand
Still looking for some management
But ima do it and give them 100 percent
Everything brand new i keep it one hundred
Cut a couple people off they was stunting
Had to play it right and trade some cards
I’m gonna make sure i become a star
Study hard like i went Cambridge
Say shit go hate it i dont know you
Out in the fields you know im on it
Your bitch ain’t heard of me she must be having a blonde moment
Flow’s so cold it can kill an anemic
I’m on that hard shit but i ain’t constipated
Trapline on froze I’m forever movin’ weight
So ive got lay-low from the Jakes
Love or hate say what you gotta say you tampons
Im heading for space with a virgin Richard Branson
Shit talkers always talking have my face on the billboards
Remember bring that Q home when i was just a schoolboy
So just remember feltzyy be on shit
Every gender in the hood want a fix
In the trap whipping bricks dodging all the splashback
Then we head to the streets cos thats where the cash at
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