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[Intro] Aye, aye, aye, yeah Woo-hoo [Verse 1] Bouncin' out of my village Bout to hit your fuckin' city Bout to blow down all your weed Got girls of every colour with me Eatin' good, living better, California lit up weather You and your girl live together Fuck her, send her home in a Richvale sweater I'm way too gassed up I don't do fuckboy shit, don't mention me and [?] If it wasn't music, it was acting or trapping or robbing Or hustle 'til they put me in them handcuffs Aye, I ain't gotta front, my life been a stunt You do what you can, I do what I want She's stuck in the back, send her to the front (get low) I ain't with the little boy talk and the chit-chat Ever since my face been tatted I've been no one Can't put me against you, that's a mismatch I've been on 1, I've been on 2, might make it 3 But what more does a boy gotta prove? I'm a lot of things, but I sure ain't you Roll that, smoke that, light that dope [Chorus] Aye, rack it up, cash that check Fight em on site, hit the deck I don't do walsh, I just give em respect Aye, rack it up, cash that check Comin' through, right on, next Money my family that shit I protecting Aye, rack it up, cash that check Fight em on site, hit the deck I don't do walsh, I just give em respect Aye, rack it up, cash that check Comin' through, right on, next Money my family that shit I protecting [Post-Chorus] Money my family that shit I protecting Money my family that shit I protecting [Verse 2] Dammit, I'm pretty, no need to be iced out She wore my tee like a night gown She tell you, "I am not in the mood" She just tell me, "fuck me right now" I can't believe I'm a young sensation Can't believe I saw tons of these youngins cakin' And I ain't really do too much shit about it I just sat and waited really patient, innovative In the matrix, dodging shots from these vivid fakers She love the yellow, like it's the Lakers I kill the pussy, do prison later Russell just want him a crib with acres Look at me, my life [?] I should count money and rap like I'm Cam Posted up with Big Tigger up in the basement [Chorus] Aye, rack it up, cash that check Fight em on site, hit the deck I don't do walsh, I just give em respect Aye, rack it up, cash that check Comin' through, right on, next Money my family that shit I protecting Aye, rack it up, cash that check Fight em on site, hit the deck I don't do walsh, I just give em respect Aye, rack it up, cash that check Comin' through, right on, next Money my family that shit I protecting [Outro] God damn, god damn Woo-hoo
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