No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers
I want the slice of cake, i'd like to taste fame or six figures,
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures
Full of drugs, over inflated figures
Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years
Staring at our figures
It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse
Counting out the green, but the figures we figured
Your body's saying things i ain't never heard
Still six figures i figure,
What is hittin' for
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