lyrics

broke boy, im not one of them dudes
we got so much money no we cannot lose
if it aint bout money ima hit the snooze
i got so many hunnits pockets turning blue
uh, faces turning green think my money got the flu
ball so hard know we won like 6 rings
getting so much dough and im only 16
glock on me ima clear the whole scene
thot on me ima make the hoe sing
wock on me that shit got me moving slow
slide thru the A, send a hallow thru his fro
yuh, you better duck yo hat 
my bro tryna catch one, he tryna catch a hat
sliding in a stolo, that bitch matte black
i just flew to LA, now i got jet lagg
took her to a tele, come get yo bitch back
heard he caught a bullet i know he felt that
i cant fuck wit no hoe i cant cuff no nat
i said fuck drakos, we dont fuck with rats

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