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That bitch seen my bankroll, she was like whoa
I know she wanna glo up, baby, I aint talking bout yo clothes
Girl, get the fuck out my face if you aint tryna go
Cant beef with a broke nigga, Im bout my bankrolls
First time she seen me like whoa
And when a opp see me, Ima up that fifty like whoa
Run up on me, get back like whoa
And its too many of yall, so bout two of yall gettin poled
Getting poled like whoa
And all that money and them clothes and them guns, nah that shit aint yours
Got the Glock .17 that blow
Itll blow like whoa
Thots wearing they best friend Prada, girl know them not yours
Looking at yall like whoa
And we did want twenty, now we want fifty-five for a show
Pull up on us like whoa
And if you aint got our money, we aint showing up to no shows
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That bitch hit my dope, that bitch choke
I told that bitch dont fuck, I want throat
But bitch after this top, you gotta go
I just blew some racks at the store
Cant shop at JBs, not no more
Just spent fifty hunnid on this blow
Trappin all summer til it snow
All white Forgis on the floor
All white mansion look like coke
Just got a hunnid bricks, fresh off the boat
They gone super quick, connect like whoa
And these fuck niggas know I tote
I do a drill while she roll my smoke
This kickback from this nickel, Im like whoa
I send some shots, I almost hit his throat
That fuck nigga lucky I was off this fo
I come back in the morning, wont miss no more
She seen me in the store, spending rolls
She know I sell coke just by my clothes
Im smoking thoink, this shit got me like...
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