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I’ll be trappin’ way before I work a 8 to a 4
Glad I got myself together, ’cause I hated being broke
Dior duffle, got 100k in an envelope
Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope
Whether it’s strippers or some ‘ops, we gotta bring out the pole
Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul
Lately, making 50 racks don’t feel the same to me no more
I’m done helping everybody, ain’t got no sympathy no more

If you ain’t putting on the drink, then you ain’t sippin’ lean no more
Time after time, the system took the ones that meant to me the most
Life was a horror movie, I feel like I’m meant to be in Ghost
I see some designer clothes, feel like I’m meant to be in those
Since I got some change, I think about bringing them things on the boat
Since my first ring, I kept on buying them row after row
It don’t take no effort for me to smoke a whole bag of dope
It don’t take no effort for me to f_ck a hoe after a show
Feds ask me questions, I won’t tell them what they want to know
Everyday, I do what I want and I go everywhere I wanna go
Now my jeans are Saint Laurent, Balenciaga on my coat
Money Mitches paid in full, I ain’t never pay a note

Got some killas waiting for me, down to tell them “it’s a go”
I got ruts inside my blunt, but it’s the enemies I smoke
I’m a frequent shopper, they know all my sizes at every store
They be following me around, soon as I walk in the door
Far from broke; in two years, I made 7 mil on the low
Ain’t no problem, ain’t no pat down when they let me in the door
Just ’cause I slap your hand don’t mean I consider you my bro
Lately I’ve been getting bread, I fill my oven up with dough
Off the X, I don’t wanna eat, don’t worry about calories no more
Get bags everyday, I don’t wanna get no salary no more
All the cool guys in my high school, I done probably sold them dope
You still want this girl, if she pull up I end up in her throat

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