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All this green, looking at my wrist Like what the fuck you really mean All this money nigga, all this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, all this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck it really mean I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, all this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean My momma just called she said where the fuck you been I said I ain't coming home until I get her a Benz She said what happened to what's her name That hoe ain't my friend, they be cool with you one day But they just fucking pretending This is the beginning never know no ending We ain't imitations what the fuck is our ceiling I need my son Don't need the depend, he need to learn to read and not no fucking sense If you talking money, then I might show off my penmanship I can't even flex on Instagram 'Cause y'all niggas love to steal my shit I ain't even worried this is one of the advantages Remember when you see this shit, yeah '1st' did this shit All this money nigga, all this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck it really mean I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, all this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean Leaning through the city and I got my whole team Cup just overflowing spilled some Faygo on my seat Bathing ape tee, I got Balmain on my jeans Starting once again, don't know what the fuck it means I don't give a fuck about no bitch no I ain't ever done, I'm getting rich hoe All I'm trying to do is stack that guala and make my mami proud Smoking hundred dollar papers with my woe Oh yeah I sit on top and go fast, I don't need a chauffeur Talking shit what do you got to fucking show for You know I'm the one they book the show for 30 bands up front All this money nigga, all this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck it really mean I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, all this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean
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