Ayy, ay ay
Gling gling gling gling
Uh ay look how this shit drop
Hello? hello hello hello
Whoo hello? whoo who who aye ya dig
I would never fall in love unless it's money and then
His chains went missing, then he started ducking
Who you fronting, ran up and started bussin
You wanna flow I guess you started something
I would never fall in love unless it's money
And then his chains went missing and he started ducking
Who you fronting, he ran up and then he started bussin
You wanna flow I guess you started something
.45 in yo motherfucking skull
Put you in the hearse
Louie bag on my waist with my designer shirt
And yo homies be the one that put you in the dirt
Leave you dead and they go up in yo bitches skirt
Big rocks, all my diamonds dance like tick toc
You a fake and all yo homies dance in flip flops
I got yo hoe from the bay she look like criss cross
I pop a perc, stack my money then ball like ?
I don't care about another fucking hater
You the one always asking for a favor
Get the fuck out my face, Ill see you later
Another year go by you still work labor
I don't care about another fucking hater
You the one always asking for a favor
Get the fuck out my face
Ill see you later, get out my face
Another year go by you still work labor
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