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[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah
fatt, yeah

[chorus]
we got whole lotta sticks, and a whole lotta drums (drums)
and my b_tch, she the bomb.com
i ran up my money, and turn up a block b_tch
i don’t like boujee b_tches, they boring
we got a whole lotta perk’s, and a whole lotta roxy’s
whole lotta chains, and a whole lotta watches
when we start flexing, the feds start watching
my life been hectic, took he’s coal, like hockey
it’s a whole lotta shooting, and a whole lotta robbing
i put your b_tch on a boat on the island
i don’t even remember this sh_t, off the molly
i done really got rich, they now hear when i’m talking
nun of these b_tches want me, they all in
time is money, money mean profit
fifties and hunnids, i pop out and pop it
the day, that i see that boy car, i’mma stop it

[verse]
i ran up my money, i used to rob n_ggas
got down on my d_ck, and i couldn’t even call n_ggas
i stand on my money, now i’m tall n_gga
and i know how i get, so i stay from around n_ggas
he a b_tch, he ain’t with me, i’ll slime a n_gga
we load up with them sticks, and go find a n_gga
and lil’ casey, done spinned on lotta n_ggas
that my twin, we locked in, he gon’ drop a n_gga
and i really don’t hang, with no rapper n_ggas
b_tch this only the klan, and the family n_gga
twenty racks in my hand, feel amazing
i walked in, told my mama, “i made it”
no, i can’t name a thing, they gave me
when we come, can’t n0body save
i put on my cape, tryna go save her
i drop a tape and they sendin’ me paper
hang up on kayley, i pull up on laila
she in new york, get flew to jamaica
i gave her my heart, she made me hate her
i pull with new rod, turn a opp into hater
put a whole in his chest, turn a opp into a bagel
i went to sleep broke, i woke up with my cake up
b_tch, you know, you can’t suck on my d_ck with no makeup
take that sh_t off, let me see how your face look
i be clutching my glock, when i lay in my bed
i’m stoppin’ my opps, this b_tch ain’t in my head
all that talkin’ just makin’ me mad
all these b_tches, keep doing me back
the last thing that he seen, was the flash, you hear that, flrddd, now he put on his ass
we gon’ follow that car, ‘till we don’t see no cameras
when bro, dump this clip, i’ma stub on the gas
[chorus]
we got whole lotta sticks, and a whole lotta drums (drums)
and my b_tch, she the bomb.com
i ran up my money, and turn up a block b_tch
i don’t like boujee b_tches, they boring
we got a whole lotta perk’s, and a whole lotta roxy’s
whole lotta chains, and a whole lotta watches
when we start flexing, the feds start watching
my life been hectic, took he’s coal, like hockey
it’s a whole lotta shooting, and a whole lotta robbing
i put your b_tch on a boat on the island
i don’t even remember this sh_t, off the molly
i done really got rich, they now hear when i’m talking
nun of these b_tches want me, they all in
time is money, money mean profit
fifties and hunnids, i pop out and pop it
the day, that i see that boy car, i’mma stop it

- fattmack

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