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[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for them who thinkin' they real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the
I married choppa you know that she wit it
I call her my
These niggas ain't shit, yea, don't why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got blue faced on me
I'ma keep goin' in and keep on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm that money, from
Got a big on me

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Broke Again]
I do the dash in the winter, young fly like propella (brrr)
DJ Khaled, man I need me one
we do it, do it better
No, I'm not no letter
NBA new
These bitches ain't shit, wanna suck on my
Right after she fucked my
She raising her when I battle
She me to go out, go faster
I think that I'm my stamina
I think I need me a challenger
at it again, just me and twins
Tag teamin' her friend, we her
She told me she but I know that she fake
Lil' shorty ain't me no capping her

YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This for them bitches that's thinkin' they real, but really fake
This for niggas that's thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the ain't
This for niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that you know that she wit it
I her my ba-a-ae
These niggas ain't shit, yea, know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I steady be
Got blue hunnits on me
I'ma keep goin' in and they on comin'
Lotta on me
I'm chasing money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me

[Verse 2: Rondo]
Too many bands in my account
A lot of blue hunnits, a amount
Got a brick of some dope, put that on the boat
When it come to the money, we runnin' out
No buried in that Federal
Niggas but they ain't on my level though
I swear they nowhere compatible
Gelato and sippin' on medical
I'm really a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a
Pull up to the in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith
I told all my niggas: "It's no new friends", cause these be fa-a-ake
I got out my and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love blue Benji's
I run that check up, I guess that's why they
Everyday I be drippin', brand new Balenci's
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, Givenchy
My girl like Gucci but I like the Fendi
It's a deuce in my cup, I don't fuck the Henny
These 'round my neck cost a brand new Bent
If you try to take it, get hit with a semi
I want the money, I designer
I want that bitch she look finer
I want the Louis, I want the
I mix belts with Givenchy
He cappin' in rap, so no, I sign him
He I was on, man I had to remind him
I'm not in the sauce, everyday I be grindin'
Bust down Rollie, perfect

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Again]
This for them bitches who thinkin' real, but really they fake
This for them niggas who think that thuggin', but really the ain't
This for niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain
I married that choppa you know she wit it
I call her my
These ain't shit, yea, don't know why they hatin' on me
I'ma run up that money, I still be
Got faced hunnits on me
I'ma goin' in and they keep on comin'
faces on me
I'm that money, from Monday to Sunday
Got a big on me
Slime!