I was sellin' them bags just to feed me
Though they way I grew up wasn't easy
I was scammin', made 50K weekly
Police watchin', they watch me like TV
Sold a kilo the same day the freed Meech
I can't have me just one bitch, I gotta cheat
I can't have me just one watch, I bought three
I ain't buy me no stocks, I had bought P's
I'ma shine 'til I drop, I'ma blow a bag
Made a million from traffickin' contraband
I was slangin' that THC hand-to-hand
Fuck around, put a bitch in the ambulance
Whip the 'Rari just like it's a stolo
I got pounds of this shit for the low-low
I cannot be committed to no ho
Spin the opp's in the Bimmer, the X4
Thousand bag re-up, let's talk about it
Hermès and LV, let's talk about it
Patek and AP, let's talk about it
Fuck her first class, you know I be flyin' private
I got jet lag, but fuck it, I'm checkin' routers
Bought a Bentley Bentayga from sellin' powder
I got clientele pushin' up every hour
Not a florist, but bitch, I be servin' flower
I got flip phones and laptops all in the spot
I know niggas who'll cut your throat for a knot
Sign you out, boy, I'm cunnin' just like a fox
I got scammers who flood and even mess with bots
I'ma cop a G-Wag' for my main bitch
In that Double-R truck, I'ma lane switch
From the trenches, that dope what I came with
I speak money, you know that's my language
You can't hang 'round here if you ain't slayin' shit
Sold an ounce out a stu', that was make-shift
Throwin' racks at the strippers on day shift
In that Maybach truck, this bitch a spaceship
Mosaic Cuban, woah, woah, woah
Trap goin' stupid, woah, woah, woah
Junkies keep callin', woah, woah, woah
We gon' keep ballin', woah, woah, woah
I was sellin' them bags just to feed me
Though they way I grew up wasn't easy
I was scammin', made 50K weekly
Police watchin', they watch me like TV
Sold a kilo the same day the freed Meech
I can't have me just one bitch, I gotta cheat
I can't have me just one watch, I bought three
I ain't buy me no stocks, I had bought P's
I'ma shine 'til I drop, I'ma blow a bag
Made a million from traffickin' contraband
I was slangin' that THC hand-to-hand
Fuck around, put a bitch in the ambulance
Whip the 'Rari just like it's a stolo
I got pounds of this shit for the low-low
I cannot be committed to no ho
Spin the opp's in the Bimmer, the X4
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