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bottle in hand, with a gram in the nose, lemme talk my sh*t
(lemme talk my sh*t)
do what i want, while you do what you can, and you can’t do sh*t
(can’t do sh*t)
said i mean business, business class, when i fly, no flex
(no flex, no flex)
sitting round in your pajamas, that’s calm
but i’m tryna get a private jet
hop off my d*ck
can you off my privates please?

i need some privacy
breddas wan’ copy me, i’m who they’re tryna be
stealin’ my style, boy that piracy
i ain’t ever f*cked with you donnys
your b*tch going straight in my basket
i’m telling your lady to hop in the trolley
i’m sorry, i’m sorry
i’m sorry, i ain’t ever sorry
so sorry if i’m sayin’ sorry, i’m lyin’
i got like all that you’re wanting
the b*tches, the money, i ain’t even trying
he wanted beef, had to fry it
turn a boy angel, i leave a boy flying
been getting cream, i ain’t pieing
they might try send me asylum
cause…
i heard that money might make a man mad
i been tryna go loco baby
weight watchers on my wallet so fat
spent a bag this week just on coco baby
new flex, new logos baby
i ain’t even gotta take photos of it
they know that i’m on it
they know that i’m on it
they know that i’m on it
the way they run it like forest
i been getting green like a forest
she only sucking my d*ck cause i said i’m taurus
and honestly i ain’t a taurus
i’m hopping from lady to lady, i feel like a tourist
the p*ssy and money so moreish
been doing bits since a youngen’
i always been sick, they can’t cure it
my foot on the pedal, i floor it

bottle in hand, with a gram in the nose, lemme talk my sh*t
(lemme talk my sh*t)
do what i want, while you do what you can, and you can’t do sh*t
(can’t do sh*t)
said i mean business, business class, when i fly, no flex
(no flex, no flex)
sitting round in your pajamas, that’s calm
but i’m tryna get a private jet
hop off my d*ck
can you off my privates please?
i need some privacy
breddas wan’ copy me, i’m who they’re tryna be
stealin’ my style, boy that piracy
i ain’t ever f*cked with you donnys
your b*tch going straight in my basket
i’m telling your lady to hop in the trolley

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