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[Hook] Started wit' zips now I'm movin' wit' pounds Ridin' impalas the trunk full of loud Smoke me a zip and I'm breaking it down You smoke a zip now it's trapped in the ground I call my 'migo he front me the pounds I roll wit' shooters they rollin' wit rounds I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down [Verse] Money in my safe Money in my face You ain't gettin' money All these niggas fake Yeah I got a plug He stay out of state Out of town trappin' Gotta make my cake I'm rollin' wit pounds in my trunk I buy one, the other one front I'm ballin', I can't even dunk You snitchin' we tyin' you up He mad 'cause im fuckin his slut My nigga go get you some bucks My nigga go get you some bucks My nigga go get you some funds I got fast money, it ain't never slow In the trap 9-5, nigga rings and the snow (?) What'chu want, I deliver and I got it for the low I got junkies on my phone, I got junkies at my door Pounds and the flow, pounds in my safe I know 12 lurkin', they be in the way I be in my lane, makin' major plays I say fuck the clout, you can keep the fame [Bridge] I got fast money, it ain't never slow In the trap 9-5, nigga rings and the snow (?) What'chu want I deliver and I got it for the low I got junkies on my phone I got junkies at my door [Hook] Started wit' zips now I'm movin' wit' pounds Ridin' impalas, the trunk full of loud Smoke me a zip and I'm breaking it down You smoke a zip now it's trapped in the ground I call my 'migo he front me the pounds I roll wit' shooters they rollin' wit rounds I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down [Verse 2] In the trap, we gon' make it rain In the trap, we gon' make a shake Designer shoes, got expensive tastes Shawty choose, she let me paint her face Ain't no cuffin', we don't go on date She a slaughter, flip her like a steak In the palace, all the soda's fake (?) In the palace, we don't see the hate [Hook] Started wit' zips now I'm movin' wit' pounds Ridin' impalas, the trunk full of loud Smoke me a zip and I'm breaking it down You smoke a zip now it's trapped in the ground I call my 'migo he front me the pounds I roll wit' shooters they rollin' wit rounds I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down I roll wit' shooters they blowin' you down
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