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Camp! K
Lately, I've been gettin'
(Big Fruit)

Lately, I've been gettin'
I help how you feel
Baby you a real one, get hit, 'em you real
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
Lately, been gettin' money
I can't how you feel

Lately, been gettin' a whole, a whole lot of money
My haters been gettin' a whole, whole lot of nothing
I can't that I'm this hot, I'm so so blessed
You have fun them robbers I'm so, so fresh
Everything I touch gold
winner
Lately, its playboy pussy might dig her
You no my struggle everyday, anotha bag ask the world who the man?
They gone tell you Boosie
Doubted my freedom, now I'm eatin', they got
7- 45 on my wrist, now I'm so rich
I help how you feel
'Cause you feel how you
I'm gon' do me and continue to be too real
6 different hustles, how I'm in a new year
Thank God, real music been saved, Boosie Boo (They mad)
Bout as cold as me, minors on knee's
Ever since I been released, money falling off of trees! know

Lately, I've been gettin'
I help how you feel
Baby you a real one, get hit, 'em you real
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
Lately, I've been gettin'
I can't how you feel

Queen of I'm gettin' cash
My own crib, my own car
Sittin' back, gettin' bags
I'm in I, l-l-lone shark
Countin' checks, GPS don't stop beepin' like da sound off,
navigation, lead me to the paper like Onstar,
them trap niggas they me,
Them bitches bow down to me
'Cause ain't none of them hoes me
I'm so dope, I blow cash, you broke that's yo' bad
You afford my tote bag, I'm killin' shit toe tag,
see me in the whip, like
go hang ya self nuisance,
we turnt up, we out
My straight, no juices
Sip Amaretto in a Carrera gettin' bread, like I worked at Panera
roof, poof disappeara, I reappeara in a Panamera

Lately, I've gettin' money
I can't how you feel
you a real one, get hit, tell 'em real

You know me, I grew up up off fast money
Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin'
Six twelves, old schooled bitch, sound like a band don't it?
It sit up a man don't it, I spent them bands on it
We get hoes, we fuck, they gon' brag on it,
you can that talk can you walk that walk, I'll A-Town dance on ya
Had my bitch turn every song, into her dance song
Oh that ain't nothin', you see her with no pants on
I first night my girl, my relationships don't last
But it be so fun while it be lastin' and I long
And she on my tattoos, while I blast on her
See pretty pussy, see dats da one to call

Lately, I've been money
I can't how you feel
you a real one, get hit, show 'em you real
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
Lately, been gettin' money
I help how you feel