| Ball and grinde with some real ones
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| Grab my chopper, count up some milions
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| Everything designer, I just wanna kill m
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| Getting all this cash, counting up the millions
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| Milions on milions, milions on milions
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| Came up from the bottom, had nothing
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| Now I pull up in a Lambo, and I’m stuntin
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| I came up counting cash, yeah, I’m getting money
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| Pull up in an auti, yeah, I drive it
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| Then I hit brodies, feel them when I’m shopping
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| Bad bitch, she on me, yeah, you know she top me
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| Came up from the bottom, came up on the scene
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| Young nigga pull up, yeah, I’m sellin that lean
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| All the glory, you know I’m the king
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| Standing in the kitchin, trappin and survin everything
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| Fludded out my wrist, fludded out everything
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| When I killed every scene, put them choppers in my jeans
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| 200,000 in cash, Lambo didgital dash
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| Getting to the money, pop a Perk and a Xan
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| They didn’t understand, I had a plan
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| Nigga, we made it, getting to them bands
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| Get to the guap, never ever stop
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| All my niggas hot, thugs on the block
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| Never will give up, working so hard
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| Ball and grinde with some real ones
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| Grab my chopper, count up some milions
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| Everything designer, I just wanna kill m
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| Getting all this cash, counting up the millions
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| Milions on milions, milions on milions
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| Getting right to the money, let’s get these hundreds
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| Always in something, tell you something
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| Ice cold, yeah my ice cold
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| Go back, no, got all these bad hoes
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| Running it up, never giving a fuck
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| Questioning if I love these hoes, no, fuck
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| Now I’m balling, living it up
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| Chacing that cheese, in love with that money
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| Lambo doors, still on that paper chace
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| No matter where I go, gotta get that paper
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| Ball and grinde with some real ones
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| Grab my chopper, count up some milions
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| Everything designer, I just wanna kill m
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| Getting all this cash, counting up the millions
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| Milions on milions, milions on milions |