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[intro]
are you in the mafia?

[chorus]
all this money in the room, how she ain’t gon’ wanna f_ck? (how?)
eighty bands on me now like i’m ’bout to buy a duft
draggin’ bags out of saks to the car, i need a truck
they can’t kick the door now, it’s too much work we gotta flush
trust, i ain’t worried ’bout these n_ggas ’cause the lord with me
all the rich hoes need to report to me (come here)
all my exes get a bad report from me, they copyin’ my lines, this sh_t forgery
i ain’t really happy with these racks ’cause i want more for me

[verse 1]
my dm lookin’ like i’m chris brown or somethin’
done already, this must bе a turnaround or somethin’
told the lil’ ho it’s now or nevеr, let me know what’s up
fn hit his head, i seen it open up (d_mn)
i’m all in new york in time square, 30 pokin’ out (you see this b_tch)
she paid a lil’ couple for that ass (ayy), so she poke it out (ayy, ayy)
used to think the world ’bout the same b_tch, that’s nothin’ now
camo on with choppers, oh, we hunters now? (brrt)
blues just hit my phone talkin’ ’bout meet him, he in hunter’s point
get a n_gga smoked like he in a joint
give these n_ggas— boy, you get the point
same n_ggas on these rap songs take the [?]
if my b_tch don’t get sh_t, she gon’ get the coins
who gon’ die first, you or your mans? y’all can flip a coin
sometimes i gotta pop a perc’ just to get me goin’
moncler cost twenty_two hundred just to keep me warm (ice, ice)
maybe you should be happy that a n_gga made this much throwin’
[chorus]
all this money in the room, how she ain’t gon’ wanna f_ck? (how?)
eighty bands on me now like i’m ’bout to buy a duft
draggin’ bags out of saks to the car, i need a truck
they can’t kick the door now, it’s too much work we gotta flush
trust, i ain’t worried ’bout these n_ggas ’cause the lord with me (am i in the what?)
all the rich hoes need to report to me (come here)
all my exes get a bad report from me, they copyin’ my lines, this sh_t forgery
i ain’t really happy with these racks ’cause i want more for me

[verse 2]
ap cost a brick of dog (rrr), ain’t no drugs involved
money in the wall just in case a n_gga ever fall (i ever fall)
he think this a perc’ 30, he don’t know it’s fentanyl (dumbass)
i was in the county with a seven underneath my b_lls
i ain’t worried ’bout these n_ggas, i got god with me (god with me)
youngin got some tris’, pour a five with me (pour up)
break the b_tch a piece of d_ck off properly (ayy, ayy, ayy)
i’m lookin’ like i lucked up on the lottery (mega millions)
n_gga need to get back in the bed, think ’bout robbin’ me (go back to sleep)
every other day, i’m m.i.a to a different state
b_tch bring me 1942, not no [?]
the judge hit bro with a jersey, he play for the state
boys in the hood, i be dope boy [?]

[outro]
you have one minute remaining
okay, yup, yup, alright, i got you, man, i got you, um
d_mn, i’ma, i’ma holler at dot, bro, i’ma holler at dot and grab them songs, i’m just lettin’ you know i’ma set it up for you, i’ma take care of you, make sure you straight
i’ma call dot as soon as we get off the phone
i love you too, bro
make sure you call me, n_gga, i—
it don’t matter if you think i’m sleep, n_gga, call me
alright, i got you
alright, bro

- damedot

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