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Fuck being on some chill shit , we go 0 to 100 nigga real quick . They be on that cuff and kiss a ho shit , I been married to the money in the trap bitch . Oh lord , know my worth got it out the dirt , bitches said I wouldn’t make it pull up in a vert (?) Migo jur (?) shippin the birds , skippa da flippa he jumpin’ the curb , these old rappers they get on my nerves usin’ & copied the words , oh lord went finnesin I’m on vet shoutout to yo bitch because she pull up with that wet
I cannot love her how do you trust her ? I’m fuckin’ yo bitch on top of the covers she came with the rubbers . Niggas doubting , I’m still countin’ I ain’t worried bout it , pocket rocket keep it on me , go nowhere without it . Feels good to be rich , my life is the shit , I pull up in bently’s with soulja soulja , the audemar dancing like nigga we made it
Trap still been jumpin’ , money still been comin’ , ima fool with this shit boy . 360 with dat wrist boy , this that rich nigga shit boy ! Trappin’ , trappin’ turn into rappin’ , How did it happen ?
The bricks , they dissapearin’ like magic , the racks in the matress
Oh lord rich the kid ridin’ rolls royce , Ima flex on y’all I got no choice . I go 0 to 100 nigga real quick , real quick , whole squad on that trap shit 0 to 100 nigga real quick , real quick , real fuckin’ quick . I go 0 to 100 nigga real quick , real quick , QC on that real shit . I go 0 to 100 nigga real quick , real quick Migo gang on that trap shit
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