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Watch me get this money, nigga; tired of being hungry, nigga

Nothing funny, sass me while I'm thrashing, I'ma punch a nigga

Never made of plastic, I'm a savage -- you look lunch, my nigga

Passing all you hating fucking fags we don't discuss, my nigga

We ain't on no jolly shit and we don't pop no Mollies bitch, I'm hocking, spitting got some niggas out here popping Ollie switch,

Buncha novices, Odd Future the squad is thick

Them young niggas is back and brash, attacking with no common sense

We the last of a dying breed

And we don't give a fuck, so we cannot supply your needs

You stupid niggas who had said our hype is dying, please

My pockets solid, making profit off the highest tees

Bitch, merch twerk as I get on the verse, cursing

Nigga Dom so cool, I refer him in third person

Watch me get this money, I'm up when the birds chirping

Make actions, fuck rehearsing