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heavy - young station lyrics

[intro]
gnotebeatz you murdered that!

[bridge]
cash out
bag of money like it’s time to take the trash out
credit card 50k limit got it maxed out
bad b*tch in the crib with her ass out
hit shorty from the back make her tap out
n*ggas tricking like they got it but they capped out
it was all in the plan got it mapped out
who a n*gga think he pressin’? i don’t back down
headed to the top ain’t no going back now

[chorus]
n*gga i’m ready
n*gga i’m steady
couple stacks on a raps game i just won 20
shawty playin’ hard to get know she gon let me
n*ggas crossed out in these streets no hezi
ridin’ in a vette used to bе a box chevy
yeah you focused on thе bag but at least mine heavy
i been going crazy
no days off i ain’t never been lazy
every day i’m living like a movie scorsese
cella bella mobilized spa for the lady
7 rings on me in the field tom brady
never been one for hand outs i’ma taker
took a little patience
burnin’ on high grade exotic my fragrance
build it from the ground up started in the bas*m*nt
[verse]
too many racks bussin’ outta my jeans
foreign bank account i got money over seas
ain’t no other way get it by any means
in the cut posted like i’m holding up screens
mvp of the champions league
mama told me “nothing in this life comes free”
stay down never bite the hand that feed you
14k private jet flight to ibiza
put a diamond on your finger got you feeling like i need you
only time i ever give a f*ck, when i need to
fashionova baby lace fit and it’s see*through
had to make a play got a room in four seasons
water like a lake got me floating like a skee*doo
shawty pull up naked run it back need a redo
pocket full of faces duffle bag on mcqueen too
hoppin in
all white ones when i’m walking in
carti’s and the cubans buss down in my starter kit
i ain’t even gotta talk sh*t cause i’m all legit
wide body swerving both lanes for the h*ll of it
n*gga i don’t really give f*ck n*ggas celibate
gimmi what you owe me lawyers makin sure i’m credited
bad lil vibe body built like she heaven sent
burnin’ down runtz this the highest that i’ve ever been
[bridge]
cash out
bag of money like it’s time to take the trash out
credit card 50k limit got it maxed out
bad b*tch in the crib with her ass out
hit shorty from the back make her tap out
n*ggas tricking like they got it but they capped out
it was all in the plan got it mapped out
who a n*gga think he pressin’? i don’t back down
headed to the top ain’t no going back now

- young station lyrics

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