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

Lately, I've gettin' 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, I've been gettin'
I can't help how you

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

Lately, I've been money
I can't 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 money
I can't how you feel

of Trill I'm gettin' cash
My own crib, my own car
Sittin' back, gettin' bags
I'm in I, l-l-lone shark
Countin' checks, that GPS don't stop like da sound off,
navigation, lead me to the paper like Onstar,
them trap niggas they me,
whack bitches bow down to me
'Cause none of them hoes above me
I'm so dope, I blow cash, you hoes broke 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 up, we turnt out
My straight, no juices
Sip Amaretto in a Porsche gettin' bread, like I worked at Panera
Panoramic roof, poof disappeara, I in a Panamera

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

You know me, I grew up straight up off money
Maserati jag money, stop handcuffin'
Six twelves, old that 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, then we fuck, they gon' on it,
you can talk that talk can you walk walk, I'll A-Town dance on ya
Had my lil' bitch turn 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 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 real one, get hit, 'em you real
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
'em you real,
Lately, I've been money
I help how you feel