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    Woo! I'm on my way to an island
    And I'm popping shit at the pilot (Fly shit only)
    Niggas be broke and be starving
    But still talking shit like they violent (Niggas is broke)
    They said that they honest, talk money
    These niggas gon' say that they got it (Huh?)
    Get knocked with the key to success
    And these niggas gon' blame it on Khaled
    They don't want to see you win (They don't)
    They don't want to see the Wraith (No)
    You don't want to see your bitch
    Caught up in the stars like she outer space
    Mansion after condo, condo after mansion
    And I'm running out of space
    Tell your homie, keep on coming out his mouth
    I'm sending somethin' round his way
    Niggas barely getting lawyer money
    Better get some Sig Sauer money
    Running 'round like you Superman
    Don't be selfish, get your mom insurance money (Ha)
    'Cause I'm the one to put it on your money
    I'm the one that make it happen it to you
    Niggas with you fuck around and do it for me

    Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again
    Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again
    All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again
    All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
    They don't want to see the squad
    They don't want to see the Wraith
    They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars
    Like she going outer space
    Litty again, litty again
    I got it, we litty again
    Litty again, litty again
    I got it, we did it, we litty again

    Feature money out the safe
    Went and brought a Wraith, brought it down Collins
    Niggas talking like they want it
    When we in the city, they don't want problems
    Niggas said they gon' rob us
    But nigga, we coming from welfare
    I shoot a movie, when I pull it have you
    Catch a bullet like a NFL player
    Should've known it was litty
    When bitches start lying on my dick
    Lie on that pussy like I hit
    Can't even be a side, side bitch
    I'm hittin' 9s, 10s
    And you ain't even looking like you a 5
    Broke bitches trying to do it for Twitter
    When they used to do it for Vine, whoa
    I'm the man of the hour
    I'm the nigga with the airtime
    Rolls Royce Wraith
    Put your bitch up in the stars like she in the airline
    Niggas talking 'bout my hair line
    I laugh about it, I be feelin' them
    See, we both be making M's
    They be making memes, I be making millions
    I just counted up a Quentin Miller
    A QM, that's a quarter milli
    They don't wanna see Jae drop "6 Fly" Private
    When I go to Philly
    Funny money, yeah I know it's silly
    But your hoe feel me when I pull up
    And I got a pour a whole four on it
    I promise she gon' know it's litty, motherfucker, yeah

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    Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again
    Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again
    All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again
    All of the foreigns on Collins, you know that we litty again
    They don't want to see the squad
    They don't want to see the Wraith
    They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars
    Like she going outer space
    Litty again, litty again
    I got it, we litty again
    Litty again, litty again
    I got it, we did it, we litty again

    [Meek Mill]
    All of my niggas is way up
    These niggas is haters, I know that they haters (Suckers)
    I score your bitch like a lay up (Score)
    I make a mil' like a layup (More)
    I pop a pill just to stay up (Woo)
    I sip the lean just to slow it up (Slow it up)
    I'm with my team and we goin' up (Goin' up)
    All of these foreigns, they know it's us
    Whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it, whip it
    Like the coco when we mix the soda up
    Perfect timing and we're blowing up
    Fuck it, I'ma light the Rollie up
    Shawty fucking for Chanel
    I ain't tripping, that's a coconut
    Push the 'Rari to the motor bus
    Stack the paper, fill the sofa up
    Lie on that paper
    I am not slacking, I stay on that paper
    I feel like it's a restraining order on that money
    'Cause y'all stay away from that paper
    I know some niggas that used to be balling
    But know they all feeling a way 'bout this paper
    I be spending hundred, hundred, hundred after hundred
    They thought I was making this paper
    Fuckin' it good, I be raping this paper
    Shit, I might as well get married to money
    I marry Nicki, still married to money
    She rich as Mariah, I carry the money
    And fuck a deposit, I bury the money (Bury the mills)
    I bag the money
    It hang out my pocket, embarrasing money
    I act like I ain't used to having this money, ho!

    Hopped in the Wraith and I bought it, it's litty again
    Fly out the piff and the tropic, it's litty again
    All of my partners is poppin', you know that we litty again
    All of the foriegns on Collins, you know that we litty again
    They don't want to see the squad
    They don't want to see the Wraith
    They don't want to see your bitch up in the stars
    Like she going outer space
    Litty again, litty again
    I got it, we litty again
    Litty again, litty again
    I got it, we did it, we litty again

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    Composición: Dj Ryu, Meek Mill, Tillman y Tory Lanez

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