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[Intro] Uh oh Turn my mic down just a little bit Gang, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] Uh, I'm getting tired of the same old lame hoes I just [?] policies in their plain clothes (Plain Clothes) I be show you how to make a bank roll Only time I be upset when the bank close (Bank close) 5, 10, 15 hundred running (15 hundred running) She gonna fall forever, really keep em' coming (Keep em' coming) They say you doing better when they see the money (See the money) I want this forever I want all the hundreds (Want all the hundreds) [Verse 1] [?] I just lost a way to [?] I still check my pistol to the ball game My P.O know that I be hustle all day Instagram Live in the hallways Gelado by the pound, nigga cocaine She said you should come home we on the same thing, so? I said catch me if you can, bitch Must of pop a Xan, bitch Percacet make me emotional, I dumped a bad bitch Trust is not a passion cause' I ain't into passion Spend a couple on a Gucci belt I gotta have it [Chorus] Uh, I'm getting tired of the same old lame hoes I just [?] policies in their plain clothes (Plain Clothes) I be show you how to make a bank roll Only time I be upset when the bank close (Bank close) 5, 10, 15 hundred running (15 hundred running) She gonna fall forever, really keep em' coming (Keep em' coming) They say you doing better when they see the money (See the money) I want this forever I want all the hundreds (Want all the hundreds) [Verse 2] Hold up, I can count a lot of cash I can stuff it in the bag (Bag) I can go up in the Julla Make a pussy nigga mad With the work make a move Get it twerking in the school I got a lot of shit to lose But I ain't got shit to prove I be the one to be the block down In the kitchen with the pot now Water whippin' in the shop now Make it turn to a rock now I remember I was locked down White letters to the hoes Hooking up in the microwave Pressing niggas for the phone Young nibba [?] Now he smoking by the zone (Zones) They will hate you when you're here Better love you when you're gone I can never do same Here to fuck up another game Two shots to the brain *gun sounds* Fuckin' with a lane [Chorus] Uh, I'm getting tired of the same old lame hoes I just [?] policies in their plain clothes (Plain Clothes) I be show you how to make a bank roll Only time I be upset when the bank close (Bank close) 5, 10, 15 hundred running (15 hundred running) She gonna fall forever, really keep em' coming (Keep em' coming) They say you doing better when they see the money (See the money) I want this forever I want all the hundreds (Want all the hundreds)
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