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Intro

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Intro

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Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa

From out the streets, became a millionaire

I know niggas started in the trap, and they still there

'Member I was robbin', I bought jewelry and I still wear it

Came a long way with all my niggas, and they still here

My big bro behind bars, for like two hundred years

I got that call, I lost my dawg, and I don't know how to feel

Gotta stay on savage time, you know it's war time

I remember I ain't used to leave the house without my .45

I ain't got no time

'Member Papi had the Mackie at the stop sign

Shit was too, too real

I got my Glock, and laid 'em down, nigga, you knew the deal

That's why I moved to the Hills, and I'm new to it

'Cause I ain't sure when my dawg had to make the news reel

Got promethazine in my eyes, I'm cryin' purple tears

The streets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still

Uh, and that's why I'm on tour, that's why my house a resort

That's why I got the four by four

I remember when I was low, tryna trap in front of the store

Hop fences on the police, from handcuffs to Rollies

These hoes didn't know a nigga, now she claim she know me

I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah

I get the low on the bag, I'm fuckin' up yams

I go get the birdie, birdie, nigga, I need some hens

Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends

Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes

I been countin' millions every time I board

Spend your whole budget in the designer store

Walk inside my closet, it's designer galore

Bad bitch give me ya-ya in an Aventador

Bad bitch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck

Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I'm boutta pack up the whole house, put it inside this suitcase

Put my dick inside her mouth like it's Crest toothpaste

Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh

Got twenty hoes, they all my roommates, huh

Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed

I need some bread, been trappin' for two days

If he rockin' with the opps, we gotta wet the block

Got my Glock in the Dior, but I got on Gucci socks

Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave

Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga

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