Plottin' don’t even worry
Your being pushed into the dead sea
My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/
Blowing money fast looking like i'm saving nothing
Please correct me, stretch marks
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Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit
His urn was silver with his name gold plated,
Givin back the sand til we center rock
Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
You ever choke? she laugh and say barely
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Your life is a product of trash
I mean turn up the bass
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