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I got in the air
I got money
This blowing up my cell'
Broke her and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in underwear
of kush that's all I sell
I bitches by the pair
They say he playing fair
That boy that be fresh as
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch do none' but stare
I got in the air
I got pistols
They say God don't hate
I might that boy to hell

Smoking on some that you can't get inside my 'rari
With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he and retarded
Sitting at the house and that just turned into a
Got some bitches and some molly want a and I don't squash it
Old rapper from the side of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig
In the club standing on top of and smoking gelato
Pouring up activis giving bitches gold
Got a lot of scales, a lot of
Lot of chains on, no
I've been counting too much paper it got my hurtin'
I'm in the backseat laughing at the close the curtains

I got in the air
I got money
This blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their
of kush that's all I sell
I bitches by the pair
They say he ain't playing
That boy be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do but stare
I got in the air
I got everywhere
They say God don't like
I might send boy to hell

I just the bank, I do what you can't
I drunk a paint, you should be ashamed
bitch gave me brain, in the turning lane
Heard you got a hit on me homie I hope they've got a aim
I got on six chains, three big rings
nigga with a hundred mill later I'll still be the same
All I do is smoke weed, I'm covered up with G's
The same sold a hundred P's and had a threesome at the double G

I got in the air
I got money
This blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their
Bells of kush all I sell
I fuck bitches by the
They say he ain't fair
That boy be fresh as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch do none' but stare
I got in the air
I got pistols
They say God like hate
I might send boy to hell