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Raf Simmons cost me five
Dat bag another fire strip
You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga my shit
Would of Rico's shit back, I am not Mitch
Helluva this beat, baby
money, why these niggas gettin' mad?
Jump off the plane a couple of M's in the bag
If anybody with me, it's numbers on their head
We ain't gon' about it though, that's the end of that

1 ]
Trappin', I'm into that, address, I can send you that
So if my label drop me, I can look like I rap
Know a couple of niggas livin' like got platinum plaques (Aha)
All they doing is catchin' bags, sendin' out and back (aha)
Rose Presi' on my wrist, I can afford
Back in the day, I even look toward that
When I was broke, I couldn't even look toward the
Now she suck my dick and don't say shit when I the bitch (catch that)
on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list
Went from with joysticks to out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
When your gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
from my cologne, I'ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
Promise my brother I'ma and get this paper right
But I'm spendin' 60k a month on everyday life
When you that bag, wanna whirl it
Problems they got, gon' call you like you 'caused 'em
Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till morning
Start in every game at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
Heard a niggas wanna put me on my shit (what)
Tell 'em pull up them sticks and let 'em hit, you better not miss, bitch

I know some Crips, know some
Name good, I ain't sold no re-rock
All colors in my chain like a peacock
I let .40 slang 'till it decock
through my old hood, with some new money
Blue money, they that Tell 'em do somethin'
Got Tennis chains, and like two Presi's
Three choppas, four Glocks, this too heavy

2]
Key to the pad, key to the Rolls, key to the bag
I got the key to the streets, don't get a key put on ass
When I do that, you know them niggas gon' you in half
Heavy cash load, got my broke
Bitches on the East, and on the Coast
Sent me and videos, you can't get my passcode
Ten up in the motor, got the broke
Bitch, get yo' head painted, you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red)
Ridin' through Atlanta my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
Niggas trailin' us and you know they good for
'Bout to fly to Cali and look for that dope
If you 'bout that life, then what you lookin' for?
Told my lil bro, I had to chase M's, .40 on me, all big face
In the of the Mulsanne, lettin' the space build
If the police flip me with Glock, I'ma face ten
I ain't to be the shooter, I'm on top
But I let it spray like it's 4 days into July
I've been runnin' red light in my city, I know hot
I'd rather the ticket, niggas want my top, it's so many opp's

I know some Crips, some TreeTops
Name good, I ain't sold no re-rock
All these in my chain like a peacock
I let that .40 slang 'till it
Know some BD's, I know gangsta's
Get outta line and a spank ya
Know some Pirus, some head-bangers
some sex, money, murder niggas that'll paint ya