| My seat back, blunt lit, and I'm touchin' screens |
| Workin' three calculators in a six-speed |
| When it comes to these numbers, I got OCD |
| She probably walked out on you, but nigga, not me |
| I sit her down and give her game and she follow lead |
| Every ex-bitch I had still callin' me |
| I got a separate jack for that, you can't just call me |
| I still push the AMG from A to B |
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| When your money up, you can't put nothin' past em |
| When your mind right, it's not a lot you can't handle |
| I'm still peepin' how they move when I'm not around |
| I still keep my head up when I'm feelin' down |
| Watch 'em play the whole role for the life style |
| Count another bankroll with the top down |
| Gotta play your cards right, keep your options open |
| You don't gotta ask much, the actions'll show you |
| I be out eatin' lunch, but packin' a forty |
| I swear this hard work done got me immaculate trophies |
| I just move how I move when it's time to go |
| Couple mill put away 'cause you never know |
| Is the bitch one hunnid? Man, you never know |
| What I'm pullin' out next, man, you never know |
| My mindset never change, nigga, rich or broke |
| Elevation at it's finest, I'm givin' 'em hope (Aye) |
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| My seat back, blunt lit, and I'm touchin' screens |
| Workin' three calculators in a six-speed |
| When it comes to these numbers, I got OCD |
| She probably walked out on you, but nigga, not me |
| I sit her down and give her game and she follow lead |
| Every ex-bitch I had still callin' me |
| I got a separate jack for that, you can't just call me |
| I still push the AMG from A to B |
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| I-I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator |
| Calculated risk, no assist, just him |
| Workin' three calculators in a six-speed |
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