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[intro]
(yah) yah_yah, yah, i love you
yah, yah, yah_yah, yah
yah (d_mn, yah), yah, yah
yah_yah, yah, yah
yah, yah, yah, yah, yah (woah)

[verse 1]
b_tch, i get that cash and flip it (i flip it)
money stack, i trip it (ah)
that b_tch want my racks, she trippin’
i got what she’s missing
that n_gga broke, his money a midget
that b_tch a ho, she can’t be my mistress
i pull a radical, all of my glocks, i ain’t missing, yah
while i’m f_cking this b_tch, i tell myself, “don’t get attached” (don’t get attached)
i tell myself i can never go back
i did it again and she’s stuck on my neck, yeah (stuck on my neck)
f_ck that money, come back, how you doing?
n_gga, i was born to flex
never like i got a stick in the bag
you cross that line, you get hit with the [bleh?], yuh
f_ck it, i’m getting that cash, oh, yeah
she talking ’bout, “give me a bag”
n_gga, f_ck my opps, them n_ggas some [?]
n_gga, let me get up, let me hit ’em with fashion
i’m on top of [?]
i’m f_cking this b_tch, she get beat to the [?]
i ain’t f_ck that up and y’all gotta catch it
i hop on and roll, this sh_t get so messy
after i f_ck, she get kicked out [?]
bbs, l on my size, balenci’
i had my opp, got me doing the griddy
i can’t wife up that thot, this b_tch be greedy
[verse 2]
ridin’ with a big_ass arp in the city
i don’t f_ck with these n_ggas, they [queer?], they [?]
i don’t f_ck with a thot, b_tch, they tryna get me
i see my opp, i’ma give his ass .50
another bucket
n_gga, they pressin’ [?], i say, “f_ck it”
old_ass n_ggas talking sh_t, n_gga kicking b_tts
if you’re still alive, you’re lucky
count it up, b_tch, i’m a rich as [jack?]
i was never that, b_tch, i was never a [?]
i’m f_cking [?] for a whole lotta money
n_gga, you can’t score, your ass like bronny (oh, yeah)

[chorus]
she can change my life, she can change my soul
i can’t change my life, this just how it goes
i’ma enjoy my high, ’cause i was at my low
i control my life, b_tch, i’m on my own (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
b_tch, i get that cash and flip it (i flip it)
money_money stack, i trip it (ah)
that b_tch want my racks, she trippin’
i got what she’s missing
that n_gga broke, his money a midget
that b_tch a ho, she can’t be my mistress
i pull a radical, all of my glocks, i ain’t missing, yah
while i’m f_cking this b_tch, i tell myself, “don’t get attached” (don’t get attached)
i tell myself i can never go back
i did it again and she’s stuck on my neck, yeah
f_ck that money, come back, how you doing?
n_gga, i was born to flex, never like i got a stick in the bag
you cross that line, you get hit with the [bleh?], yuh
f_ck it, i’m getting that cash, oh, yeah
she talking ’bout, “give me a bag”
n_gga, f_ck my opps, them n_ggas some [?]
n_gga, let me get up, let me hit ’em with fashion
i’m on top of [?]
i’m f_cking this b_tch, she get beat to the [?]
i ain’t f_ck that up and y’all gotta catch it
i hop on and roll, this sh_t get so messy (yah, yah)
i had my opp, got me—
i had my opp, got me doing the griddy
i see my opp and i’m—
i see my opp and i’m gettin’ the .50
i don’t f_ck with the thot, b_tch, they tryna get me
[outro]
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