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I'm a real street nigga, I don't see it that way Nah
I bought a Rolls Royce, 'cause bitch, I want my roses today Yeah
Y'all been hidin' from the truth, but you gon' listen today You gon' listen today
I'm the head coach, so know what position to play Huh
Gas bag shawty, yeah, I gotta fly to the Bay
Knock the meat out your rib, I got tape on the K
She a goddess of the trap, angel white like the yay Angel
She so motherfuckin' thick, you let her know where you stay Woo
Like a cartoon, lil' bitch took a pie to the face
Ice Cube, cold game, it's one hell of a day
She got a real pretty face, you like, Where is her waist Where
Took that bitch to the place and she like, Where is the safe Huh

Chorus
Looking in my pockets, it's filled with blue hundreds Blue
Don't nothing move me but the goddamn money
Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear Run
The stick long as a broom, it can kill a reindeer Yeah
Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here Skrrt
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here Nah
Then I make a false step 'cause he yellin', Help, help Help
Wet him up like Mike Phelps, dead in seatbelt Belt

Verse 2
Gambling with the trap god, better not welch Welch
He brought it on his own self, he caused his own death Graow
Tryna make a death threat with a weak rep Huh
Uphill battle, runnin' up some steep steps Wop
Ballers on the right Right, haters on the left Left
Money make these bitches can't keep they hands to they self Well, damn
Way this money comin' in, shit, I'ma need some help Help
East Atlanta Santa and y'all all Santa elves Ho
Buckin', used to pull it, nigga, I was just 12 Huh
You still ain't got no straightening, nigga, you just took an L Sack
If I do a feature, it's gon' cost like fifty bales Fifty
I need an endorsement, I'm the poster boy for scales Skrrt
Took a million risks, I took the train, I took the mail
Most you niggas shell, I sell water to a whale Shell
Tried to break me in the cell, I'm too strong, I still prevail
Smoke one for Aaliyah, nigga, turn this up a lil' Wop

Chorus
Looking in my pockets, it's filled with blue hundreds Blue
Don't nothing move me but the goddamn money
Drop a bag, make the room clear, run, run, dear Run
The stick long as a broom, it can kill a reindeer Yeah
Before you came here we was sellin' 'caine here Skrrt
Since Gucci Mane left, it just not the same here Nah
Then I make a false step 'cause he yellin', Help, help Help
Wet him up like Mike Phelps, dead in seatbelt Belt