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Yo
Check it out I’m finna blackout
Then I’m going to pass out
Bottle on my lap, now you bet she’s got her ass out
I used to be a class clown
But now I’ve got like 20 bank accounts
So you can say that I’m all about my racks now
We getting money don’t ask how
Haters talking shit but fuck them man, they’re only in the background
It seems the one’s who always criticize first are the worst
But I don’t care because they’re all in last now
Yeah
I do this shit for your most played
Most days you are more confused then a dude who goes both ways
And I be like should I go play
Or get my money and [?]
Oh hey, there goes J
And they say you can kill them all
Cause you’re real and all
And I say OK
But I, must admit that I’m always winning
Got their heads spinning
Yeah you can see them rotate
Uh
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Yeah, Check it out
Pharrell said get em
I said „Fuck that”
I told him he’s a nerd and he didn’t have a comeback
I’m sick of hearing shit, man
Where them earplugs at?
All I want is love
I need love, yeah
I love that
I’m all up on her stumack
Oops, I mean her stomach
I be on some shit
Opps, I meant some dumb shit
Come around hear and she blow me like a trumpet
I go around there and, I do something
Shit
I forgot my line, because there’s trouble on my mind
And I do it double time
And I never huddle, I am
Never playing, my mind keeps racing
I’m too high because this joint is decaying
Hey man just stop
I’m a rapper turned a singer or a singer turned rapper
I don’t know which came after, or later
But it doesn’t matter because I’m here
And I’m stacking my paper like I’m trying to play Jenga
[Hook]
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