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  Walk in, I’m smokin on onion
  These niggas bitch and they ain’t sayin nothin
  Fuck on my bitch, put my dick in her stomach
  Run up my money, you know how I’m comin 
  I see an opp then I’m huntin
  Came up from nothin I had to make somethin
  Try to fist fight, you know we gon jump him 
  I got this ice on my neck, this shit it look like a freezer
  I been in my bag bitch, you know I don’t need her
  I’m a real player nigga I am not no cheater
  Facetime my phone, can’t speak through speaker
  Real dope boy, air force for the sneakers
  Pourin up lean, drop a 6 in my liter
  I was in the game, you were sittin on the bleachers, bitch!
  All of my guns, they came with a switch
  All of my hoes, they come with a bitch
  My nigga we winnin, we gettin real rich
  I ran up the m’s I know what I did
  Hop on the highway, I’m goin with eighty
  My nigga we ballin I feel my McGrady
  These niggas be M&M’s, look at real shady
  Bust on her tits, let her see all my babies
  Hold up, I told her babysit
  Sit down can’t take the dick
  All my niggas, they wearing red
  She came over ain’t wearin no undies
  In the trap, make it jump like a bungy
  Got a fetish for diamonds and money
  See this ice on my neck now she want me
  Money, money, fetish