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I got the streets I got the juice I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes I got the strap, I got the hitters Stay out my way, paper route business, hey! I got the money (first you get the money) I got the power (then you get the power) We got the streets (hey, hey!) Because they ours (uh-huh!) I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag 'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey! What is that question you asked? What is in my bookbag? That's just a whole lot of cash Or that's just a whole lot of swag I just got back from England I just made a mil in three months I just smoked an ounce in three blunts I pour lean in my grape blue punch I never had shit so I stunt, flex Half a million dollars worth of jewelry on while I'm havin' sex Real street nigga playin' with paper So I do it for the streets, fuck a hater Yeah I threw the money on a stripper ho But later on that night I fucked a waiter 'Bout to go spend me a bag I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag I'm 'bout to go fuck on your bitch Take her overseas with me, she in first class I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag I'm 'bout to go spend me a bag Boy that's a whole lot of swag Gucci Timberlands with the matching rag I got the streets I got the juice I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes I got the strap, I got the hitters Stay out my way, paper route business, hey! I got the money (first you get the money) I got the power (then you get the power) We got the streets (hey, hey!) Because they ours (uh-huh!) I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag 'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey! I got the the youth, I got the Benz Was gon' cop Bentley but then I got Maybach That boy ain't no soldier, he act like Pat Sajak A nigga so fresh that I smell just like Ajax Ooh, I got the bag I got the swag in a box filled with tags Show off my riches 'cause I came from rags Jacksonville shawty, my bitch drive a Jag Nigga run up, on my soul he'll get dragged I spend a whole lotta, Louis scarf wrapped like I came from Al-Qaeda Fuck the rap game, I do not need no writers I know the shooters and hang with the fighters One kilo dab, I pipe up more than Rowdy Piper Viper viper, my bro keep a sniper Pop pop at your top Fuck around and run it up like I'm Guap Ay, never gon' stop Lil Boat take your worst day to the chop shop Over there on the east block He lives the thug life just like Pac I live the good life, I'm the don Young enough to be your mama's son But some hire mama's sons Still a nigga signing, fuck her older son Shout out Zaya, got my neck and wrist on pawn I got the streets I got the juice I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes I got the strap, I got the hitters Stay out my way, paper route business, hey! I got the money (first you get the money) I got the power (then you get the power) We got the streets (hey, hey!) Because they ours (uh-huh!) I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag 'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey! I pull up smokin' out the bag I'm 'bout to go spend a bag I count that money real fast I wonder if that's her real ass I'm on the E-way doin' the dash All this ice on me looking like glass These bitches they love me like Shaft In the trap I perfected my craft Told you niggas ain't real as us Told you niggas ain't seeing us Lost a quarter mil re'ing up Niggas too slow, ain't keeping up Sipping on Actavis Drinking me a codeine daiquiri Showed up late but fashionably Every week is fashion week, yeah Need a bad bitch that set it off like Jada I don't wanna fuck, I want you to hold my sack, I'll pay you In Pappadeaux eating alligator My favorite app is a calculator Yeah, I think I might go spend me a bag today my nigga I got the streets I got the juice I got the weed, I got the drank, I got the coupe I got the racks, I got the trap, I got the hoes I got the strap, I got the hitters Stay out my way, paper route business, hey! I got the money (first you get the money) I got the power (then you get the power) We got the streets (hey, hey!) Because they ours (uh-huh!) I got the bag, I got the swag, I got the bag 'Bout to go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag Go spend a bag, 'bout to go spend a bag, hey!
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