Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
The more mo bills i get the more shit come free to me
Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around
Some hosting dude tryna get the head count
The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills
The .45 for you niggas with nine lives
Now momma told me be careful who you love
Tryna get this dough, triple my advances
Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut
I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck
I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck
Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck
You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
And you were tryna get it over fast.
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped
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