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    So much motherfuckin' money to get
    I'ma be on none of that motherfuckin' square shit, nigga
    Straight to this motherfuckin' bag
    Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

    This the flow they been waitin' on
    Tighter than a thong, you're assed out
    Had bags of gas in the traphouse
    Black couch with the TV on, mama passed out
    Nigga waste lean on the pool table and crapped out
    Vampire, guess I'm narcoleptic, make 'em campfire
    Got a pretty girl playin' and a pretty girl on standby
    Know I ball hard like the starting five from Fab Five
    Riverdale Road, I sold blow, landmine
    Me and my wife, we sip wine somewhere you can't find
    Turn your locations off and don't post the background
    To me, a gangster is someone that take care of they child
    I got mouths to feed, I'm the man of the house
    Man, have you ever been depressed and still cracked a smile? (Mm)
    Like somebody fuck with me, man, I'm goin' viral (ah)
    I smell like Porsche and Benihanas
    I never let 'em see me sweat, even in a sauna (even in a sauna)

    I got my car in an LLC (yeah)
    I got my pistol in my wifey's name
    I got more blues than B, B, King
    I told my son: You gon' be a king
    Put your mind to it, you can do anything
    I got my car in an LLC
    I got my pistol in my wifey's name
    I got more blues than B, B, King
    I told my son: You gon' be a king
    Put your mind to it, you can do anything (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

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    Crash tac' on me case they intervene (shit)
    Playin' tennis with my neighbor (man)
    Talkin' 'bout infrastructure, might need a bigger team (uh, man)
    Bitch, I got a loft just to watch TV (damn)
    In my Spiridons, watchin' MTV, thinkin' 'bout a bigger crib (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    French rosé what I sip as I load the SIG (damn)
    I don't think I'm better than you, ho, it is what it is (uh)
    You niggas be timid with these hoes, I go hard on 'em (hard on 'em)
    If you not really my bitch, I ain't coppin' shit
    A nighttime walk in the city with my low-key (numbers)
    A French bulldog, Bottega just to hold the heat (uh)
    I ain't got a bitch and a bitch ain't got me (nah)
    You call the bitch phone back to back, boy, that's not P (hahaha)
    Every single one of my properties in an LLC (numbers)
    Every single one of my broads just wanna stay with me (for real)
    Sixty-ball just for the pavers and the parking spot (uh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    You niggas not really gettin' money, y'all just talk a lot (shit, damn)

    I got my car in an LLC (uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    I got my pistol in my wifey's name (man)
    I got more blues than B, B, King (man)
    I told my son: You gon' be a king (uh)
    Put your mind to it, you can do anything (damn, good job)
    I got my car in an LLC (numbers)
    I got my pistol in my wifey's name (good job)
    I got more blues than B, B, King (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
    I told my son: You gon' be a king (man)
    Put your mind to it, you can do anything (uh, sock it to me)

    That's a very good idea, that's a very good idea
    Bad life choices, son, bad life choices
    Woah
    Well, what choice is there, Walt?
    None of that was my choice
    It's your choice, it is all your choice

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