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Yea, turn the mic up (ATL Jacob) Yea, yea turn the mic up I'm makin' this money, it's drivin' me crazy I'm fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me crazy 30 chains on me 10 million on me Yea, yea I'm in the studio with my Cali nigga In the drug house, kickin' baless with Bally's nigga In the 90's nigga was ridin' colors with Rally's nigga In my hood, I was sellin' dope in alleys nigga You can't finesse me, I'm a mathematician Just made 200 million I'm in the right position I'm in my own lane, so ain't no competition I gotta thank God, I never been to prison I got away with murder, forgive me for all my sinnin' I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin' My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions By the time he 18, he on his own business I'm doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids I gotta do it big, gotta do it big I'm doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids I gotta do it big, gotta do it big I'm doin' it for my son, and my fuckin' daughter Black Amigo Scooter, never had a father Juugin' in these dirty streets, yea it made me smarter Gotta stay away from them niggas with them fed charges I ain't gave a damn when my daddy left My momma had the plug and I was right there Elementary school, I was already a hustla I was in middle school already servin' customers This is real talk, ain't no body gon' fuck with us I got Lil Dino with me, and he ready to touch you up I use to be broke, but now a nigga rich as fuck These streets ain't safe boy, you better keep you a pistol tucked I got pounds, got bricks, I got ice When the trap get hot, jump on a flight To this money I got married, that's my wife Everyday I'm flexin' nigga, that's my life My lil' cousin Quay Forty they gave him life Juug house make over fifty bands a night No flaw, sellin' weed for the rest of my life H.N.I.C and BMG that's for life I made the Rollie talk big dawg lingo Roll through the hood, let the kids yell bingo Ten gold rings on my fingers, just like Deion All red Mulsanne bust the brain on a peon Money, mo' money, mo' money I'm takin' one to the head Tat up my neck and my stomach, I'm 'bout to go tat up my legs They puttin' the cut in the Actavis now we gon' drink up the red I copped me a Lambo',before I pulled out, I pulled off the head Yeah, the Maybach I Maybach, coffers takin' a nap in the bed Yeah, I count a few million up and talk to my niggas in the feds Put 'em on Facetime, let 'em see bitches I hit Let 'em see all of my chains nigga and look at my wrist I'm doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids I gotta do it big, gotta do it big I'm doin' it for my kids, doin' it for my kids I gotta do it big, gotta do it big I'm doin' it for my son, and my fuckin' daughters Black Amigo go Scooter, never had a father Juugin' in these dirty streets, yea made me smarter Gotta stay away from them niggas with them fan chargers I'm makin' this money, it's drivin' me crazy I'm fuckin' these bitches, they drivin' me crazy 30 chains on me 10 million on me Fuckin' goofy
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