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(Lola Monroe)
This beat is crazy
(Chevy)
Turn the music up a bit more.
Cool.

(Chevy)
All these bitches they it
All niggas they hate it
They be sick to stomachs
Look at the on they faces
Me and my niggas ballin
We make somethin' nothin'
just fucking the money she sayin' "baby, I'm cumming"
(Lola Monroe)
All niggas they love it
All these bitches they it
Look at the on they faces
Me and my just ballin
We make somethin' nothin'
I ride this hustle so good the money never stop
(Chevy)
that new beast sick
you talk when you pitch
only had time for combo for niggas scoring them bricks
no I lyin at all
ask them fiends cuz know it
my niggas empty them then fill em up that's reloadin
I got a for that money, fast cars and that dope
I was the fool, I was selling 20s or so
anything for a dolla, but I was cool with myself
you gotta fight for your
what would you do for the
them bitches is (?)
blow a from that pistol
couple hot magazines so you can get your issue
all of them taylors a
and all you was a whistle
it's stripes over here cuz all my niggas official

(Lola Monroe)
Ok, oh shit, they gon' make me grab a machete
Whole clique ready, better go down like confetti
I push harder pussies giving birth I say
now these dry ass bitiches thirst my way
got the city on my shoulder
my drive ain't never been
can no mothafuckas tell me where to go, to stay, what to do, how to play (?)
and no opposing my
I be exposing your
how you fucking (?)
until you grind like me and make it in the
shut the up our lions in to miss the jungles
I'm curtains so you can throw the towels in
Versa chi linens my style been within