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(Ayo, boss, it's time to get this money) (Seph got the waves) Both hands on this Nina, like it's quarter to nine Her body figure shape an eight, I'd probably rate her a nine And seven out of ten times, she probably fucks on the side She wants cream out the pie, ain't got a reason to lie Shawty shells come cheap, every bullet's a five We're putting money into squares, sit and watch from the line It's 4PF, I'm doing good, our cars don't have no mileage Give you what you want, that's everything except designer Three minutes with your bitches, got you thinking I'd wife them Two more minutes, then I'd leave because I just don't like them Two spinners in the car in case the whip can't drive That's the police over there, you best turn those lights off Spending money on guns, need a kill switch Make sure to pick up my phone when you get here 2018, my whole block made a million 2019, we made more than the last year 2020, made a couple plans and decisions Leaked a couple songs that the streets never heard of 2021, it's big booty Brazilians, slim thick chick, cute nails and her hair done 2022, it's Glock-19 extendos, two K two-two plates on the Benzo 2023, they're letting most of my friends go 2024, I'll be on more life in a Lambos, yeah She fell in love with a trapper, trap star I can take you around the world in my black car She wanna ride this wave, I'm her master And she keep on running like a track star She fell in love with a trapper, trap star I can take you around the world in my black car She wanna ride this wave, I'm her master And she keep on running like a track star (brrt) Big stick, got power, Austin (ha-ha) More money, more problems, boss shit (boss shit) In the foreign whip with a boss bitch (whoo!) She mistake my dick with the Glock stick (ha-ha) All this money got me running, exhausting (whoo!) All these bitches keep on coming, that's nonsense (ha-ha-ha) New switch gon' solve my problems (brrah) In the trap with Somalis and the shooters (brrt) All this talking never changed, just look at the chains on my neck My brother done five, came home to Pateks (brrah) I know that they're burning, they hate when I flex 'Cause we came from the gutter, now move states in jets My outfit looking better when it came with the Glock fitted She only fuck with scammers, and she hangs with them drug dealers (ha-ha) Since all my niggas lapping, she gon' cap until it's finished I like revolvers because the shell inside the strap stays in it (brrt) My broski doing ten, I still don't know what to tell him 12 shots, six, six, call my spinners the twinners (whoof) Got two bitches on my lap, I'm getting both of them jealous And they keep talking on my business, I don't know what to tell them She fell in love with a trapper, trap star (oh) I can take you around the world in my black car (oh) She wanna ride this wave, I'm her master (oh) And she keep on running like a track star (oh) She fell in love with a trapper, trap star (oh) I can take you around the world in my black car (oh) She wanna ride this wave, I'm her master (oh) And she keep on running like a track star (running like a track star) 2023, I'ma boss up, more money, more power (power) Remember when I used to take the bus down (yes) Now all the Rollies are bust down Baddies make it bust down, bust it (bust it)
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