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Just be with me in the stu', like god-damn (Cal, this shit pressure, nigga) Okay, uh, okay, swap out the plates, sold-out dates, mm, yeah, yeah Trap out the play, sold-out date, uh-uh, uh, uh Swap out the (swap out the), pour out that drank (that drank), uh, yeah, uh I pop a Perky, a Perc', pour out that drank, uh-huh Okay, swap out the plates, sold-out dates Half a million in cash, I can barely relate Bitch got head in his head, he a vegetable plate We hold his bitch up for ransom, don't fall for the bait Stack up that money, I'm runnin' 'em millions up, handful I'm spendin' on cars Yeah, I know bitches who fuckin' for fun, I know bitches who fuckin' for money, that bitch goin' far Tryna see what I'm finna buy next 'cause I'm bored, a pocket this truck, baby bought him a Taurus They gon' kidnap his ass if he thinkin' he hard, he got lapped, tied him up, he ain't makin' no noise Yeah, APE, we them niggas, them guys, they boys Gotta work for a bitch why I hate watchin' chores Ain't cuffin' no bitch, send that ho to my manager She come 'round me, she get flipped like a coin They said they hatin' on Baby, why? I made it The Maybach I bought 50 more than 280 The truck deposit cost a four and a baby Yeah, free bro, still a striker, the strikers is waitin' My lil' baby, when it's time to lay your head down, be patient, yeah Fuck, yeah, fuck I'm in the booth recordin' with the stick in my hand Label money, send the lawyer a few bands I be gettin' shit done, I don't do what I can Yeah, Crush the molly up and mix it with Xan We slidin' on yo' ass if we jump out that van I'm still sippin' drank, I'm still poppin' pills How can I stop it for real? Yeah Crushin' up molly, then sniff off her body She told me she lovin' the feel, uh (she lovin' the feel) Told me she lovin' the vibe, she got that swang (swang) And I can tell by the look in her eyes that she got good brain Yeah, okay, Chicago, Atlanta, Dolce, Gabbana, Christian Dior, Celine, I'm Santa Louis V scarf with a Fendi bandana, the guitar got a strap like I'm Carlos Santana Better teach how you preach 'cause I lead by example That'd be nice, but that ain't how the bidness get handled They get pulled over, my dad stuffed the dope in my Pamper If you wan' know 'bout my life, I just gave you a sample Started off with a Rolex that wasn't e'en mine I tried and tried, I failed too many times Off my music, know one bitch that's holdin' me down Yeah, I'ma tell her the truth 'cause she love when I lie Bitch, I go PJ wherever I want to, I'm flyin' And you ain't no boss 'til you pay 'em in 1099s 2016, I been here for a decade at least It ain't no secret at all, bitch, I been on my grind I go foreign or not, I got options to drive I got bitches who fuck other bitches for I I fuck with Gio, but you know that C-note my eye Back and forth with Montana, so I'm on his side I'm that lil' nigga went broke and got bigger, uh I'm the one stacked up that cash quicker I'm the one made these boys rap for real I'm the reason niggas stuck doin' riddles Niggas ain't trappin', they man in the middle Thinkin' it ain't complicated to get 'em He the one trusted a snake and it bit him Fuck it, might as well backdoor kill him Baby mama post a picture and giggle Bitch don't need attention from too many niggas She got tension, gon' repeat, I'm chillin' with Chi-Chi It shine back on the car, so they can't even see me I told baby, "Whatever you want, yeah, I got it" Ooh, and I like when you suck it like that, so don't stop it Ho, when I play how she play, she get mad and she block me I'm humble as fuck, but I'm comin' back cocky, on God Bitch Big Baby, nigga Hold up