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Copped a flight just to go to Milan Then said f*ck it I'm going to France Getting higher the closer we land All this gas done put me in a trance This shit real you can't understand Go get you some bands Go getchu some bread ATM bout to f*ck up my hands I'm counting this bread It's stacked to my head If I do another, I'm poppin like 2 That's one for my cred and one my head I like doing shit when my mind on the move It's running ahead I'm clutching the dead's I'm kinda fucked up Don't know what to do I'm makin it spread Them hundreds my bed This shit could get hype When I'm out wit the crew I'm grippin that lead It's one in the (Shot) Wit them Zs pouring ice in a Fanta Need that hit we gon call up Santana 30 clips I ain't rocking bandanas Real wizard don't f*ck up my mana Real nigga excuse all my manners Clean her face up and kick her out after Pussy juicy like some Tropicana But she ran thru by all of the scammers Copped a flight just to go to Milan Then said f*ck it I'm going to France Getting higher the closer we land All this gas done put me in a trance This shit real you can't understand Go get you some bands Go getchu some bread ATM bout to f*ck up my hands I'm counting this bread It's stacked to my head Gotta get me some bands I don ran it up fast as I can You don't understand Been the boss pay myself an advance Exotic wit grams And I'm dodgin the law if I can Swear I'll never get caught up in a jam I'm not takin losses again No no no no no Copped a flight just to go to Milan Then said f*ck it I'm going to France Getting higher the closer we land All this gas done put me in a trance This shit real you can't understand Go get you some bands Go getchu some bread ATM bout to f*ck up my hands I'm counting this bread It's stacked to my head