Spent a bag on my wrist
Spent a bag on my b***h
Spent another bag on a whip
Bank account still look lit
Lookin' like I just hit a lick
Still ride 'round with a stick
Fakeness make me sick
We get lit get lit
We get lit get lit
We get lit make hits
I don't ever tweak or twitch
Bad b*****s give me lip
I got a shooter that keeps my 6
Shooter got aim don't miss
I'll never worry 'bout s**t
All I care about is gettin' rich
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'Cause I got a bag to claim
And I got m's to make
I'm laying low workin' hard
Why you so mad at me
Why you so mad at me
Why you so mad at me
I'm laying low workin' hard
Why you so mad at me
Why you so
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You can stay mad at me I ain't even mindin' you
Think I might take your girl without even tryin' to
She telling you it's nothing 'cause she can't confide in you
I'm giving her everything that she couldn't find in you
And maybe it's better that way she knows its better my way
I ain't got time to just chill everytime p***y get killed
Bringing her pleasure my pleasure
I go harder under pressure
Treat her like work and I stretch her
She only cum if I let her
Now she know what dealing with a man feel like
Came around and showed her what she can feel like
And she love it when I let her count my racks
I told you I ain't never going back
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'Cause I got a bag to claim
And I got m's to make
I'm laying low workin' hard
Why you so mad at me
Why you so mad at me
Why you so mad at me
I'm laying low workin' hard
Why you so mad at me
Why you so
