I got money, yeah, in every spot (Spot, yeah)
I got cribs, watches, blicks, and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)
I got chains, bonds, cribs, and stocks (Stocks, yeah)
I got cars, garages, docks, and yachts (Yachts, yeah)
Most y'all not real people, y'all fuckin' bots (Bots, yeah)
I got money, I got cribs and watches (Watch me)
I got money, I got shit, a lot (Dream, this shit go dummy)
Yeah, I'm not from this Earth, I come from the sky
Yeah, I can't trust no soul, you a fuckin' lie
Huh, when the world ends, you gon' fuckin' die
When I fly on planes, I'm on private life
Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin' knife
Yeah, hurt you, end up dead, you a fuckin' spy
I don't know, I don't wanna know
I don't know about this shit, I don't wanna know
I don't know about this shit, I don't wanna know (Yeah, yeah)
I don't go with this shit, I don't know nobody, bitch
I don't know about this shit and I don't know you, not my friend
I don't know about this shit and I don't wanna know 'til the end (Yeah)
Yeah, 'bout all that shit, I don't know 'bout it
Yeah, I could hear that shit, still don't know 'bout it (Shh)
Yeah, two feet in this ship, had no option, bitch (Option, option)
That's why I made this shit, that's why I make profits, bitch (Profits, profits)
Yeah, had to risk my life, I wanna be poppin', bitch (Poppin', poppin')
Yeah, have to risk your life if you wanna make profits, bitch (Yeah, ah)
I got God talkin' to me, I feel like a prophet, bitch (Ooh)
Oh my God, I got Glocks, I got fuckin' sticks (Money)
Oh my God, shut the fuck up, I don't wan' hear that shit (Shh)
Oh my God, test your luck, you gon' meet him, kid (Woah)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang
Just got them racks on you, bitch
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang
Yeah, I would die about this shit (Yeah)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (Bang)
Yeah, you'd get fried like a pig (Woah)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang
Yeah, you could die like a bitch (Yeah)
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
Used to be high as 'em, kid
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
Really be fly as a pigeon (Brr)
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
Really be cookin' in the kitchen (Skrrt)
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
How you gon' always play the victim? (What?)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (Bang)
See you get killed, them guns, we got 'em, damn
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah (Yeah)
I been relaxed on them pills (Yeah)
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah
You don't know how the fuck it feel (Yeah)
Ba-ba-ba-bang-bang, ba-bang (The pills)
Yeah, you could die in the field
Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah, woah-woah (Hold up)
Yeah, I'ma always keep it real (Yeah)
I got money, yeah, in every spot (Spot, yeah)
I got cribs, watches, blicks, and Glocks (Glocks, yeah)
I got chains, bonds, cribs, and stocks (Stocks, yeah)
I got cars, garages, docks, and yachts (Yachts, yeah)
Most y'all not real people, y'all fuckin' bots (Bots, yeah)
I got money, I got cribs and watches (Watch me)
I got money, I got shit, a lot (Dream, this shit go dummy)
Yeah, I'm not from this Earth, I come from the sky
Yeah, I can't trust no soul, you a fuckin' lie
Huh, when the world ends, you gon' fuckin' die
When I fly on planes, I'm on private life
Yeah, stab you in your head with a fuckin' knife
Yeah, hurt you, end up dead, you a fuckin' spy
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