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Yeah, they heard about me Young nigga, I was runnin' wild as a bad child up in Figure 8 Young nigga ran the money up, now I put a bitch in a figure eight (Figure eight) Hold on (Hold on), let's get somethin' straight (Yeah) I was runnin' 'round, tryna get me straight Like a fat kid, tryna get some cake She eat it up like buffet (Buffet) She eat it up right there in the driveway (Skrrt) Skipped class, I ain't never had a Hyundai (Hyundai) Water on me like, "Where is Pompeii?" Chasin' money likе, "Where? That way" I was geeked, took a half a bеan Don't play with me like gasoline If she love flexin', let her join the team (Flex) Flexin' Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Real life) Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (Hold on, beep) Flexin' Girl named Dallas send a hundred texts Yeah, before I send a bitch a blessing I need to see if the sex good, I'm a sexist Cop that new Ferrari truck, yeah, and the Tesla Top-notch bitch, get the most, not the lesser **** my bitch from the back too hard, she say, "That dick aggressive" Walk in, buy the whole building, real-estate profile looking impressive My oldest said, "Daddy not going to Heaven" Treat me like a deadbeat, said I wasn't present They was tryna treat a king like a peasant They bought my son a new dad like it's no headache I don't give a **** about shit, I'm irreverent Last time, I got hella hate Treated like I wasn't intelligent Real body, but they hella fake Gettin' tours, I got hella dates The pussy tight, the money right, she gon' sell a bit Then they walk around like she celibate Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace (Ice) I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Pregnant) Hold on (Hold on), let me count it, give me a second (Beep) Océano, ando en el mar, colgándole el AK Sus culitos hacen "clap," rolando en un zig-zag Muchas pacas, menos mal, ya saben que ando high No es el Phantom, Cullinan, voy tapado y no es Irak El navesón Aventador, una mansión como Playboy Lo que una noche de morro soñó Algunas dicen que soy un ****boy ****, no, no, no Ya no sé ni cuántas son Las pastillas que me dio Esta niña en el trocón Me la llevo y qué sé yo Lista pa' sacar la Glock Flexin' Wake up and brush my teeth, got on a flooded Cuban necklace I was broke, couldn't buy no Waffle House, my pockets pregnant (Real life) Hold on, let me count it, give me a second (Hold on, beep)
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