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

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

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

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

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

Lately, I've been gettin'
I help how you feel
you a real one, get hit, tell 'em real

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

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