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Hmm What is your problem? Yeah Counting up profit, I'm cool with your thotty, she suck it so sloppy, yeah Counting up profit, I'm cool with your thotty, she suck it so sloppy, yeah What is your problem? Yeah I'm cool with your thottie, she suck it so sloppy Calling me "papi", yeah All about money, earning that profit Give me them commas, yeah I had no option I had to get it and grind no time for my thotties Then I started "wilding" No one could stop me, nigga I'm straight out the gudda And that's on my mommy, I had to get it I ain't have no time for my shawty We was just starving, trapping and robbing Trap in the morning 'til the night-time come Trap in the morning 'til it come back again Trap the A.M. 'til it come back again Trap the A.M. 'til it come back again I'm going to get money, way more than I spend I'm going to get money, flip more than I spend Flip it again, do it again Then we do it all again Then we do it all again Got a little masterpiece, love when she swallow me Your bitch she suck it, she suck it so nerdy With all that brain make you think that she nerdy She got all that brain make you think that she worthy, yeah Pour up, my Styrofoam dirty Back in the day, man I used to be dirty I been through enough so how can you hurt me? If you police, you know I'm allergic Out in these streets, you know that I'm serving Thumb through a check then I count up some more I got what you need, just count on Lil Moe You know who this is, you know it's Lil Moe I'm cool with your thottie, she suck it so sloppy Calling me "papi", yeah All about money, earning that profit Give me them commas, yeah I had no option I had to get it & grind no time for my thotties Then I started "wilding" No one could stop me, nigga I'm straight out the gudda One, two, three, four, shooters at the front door Know we like to kick door, why we brought the stick for Say he got bags, make a young nigga get low Shawty real bad, I ain't got to tell her get low Man, back in the day couldn't even get a hello Now I'm getting paid, getting packs for the L.O Got to keep it on me, strapped like a Velcro Keep it in the street, I don't beef on the cellphone One, two, three, four, shooters at the front door Know we like to kick door, why we brought the stick for Say he got bags, make his ass get low Shawty real bad, I ain't got to tell her get low Man, back in the day couldn't even get a hello Now I'm getting paid, getting packs for the L.O Got to keep it on me, strapped like a Velcro Keep it in the street, I don't beef on the cellphone BAM Man, keep it in the street, I don't beef on the cellphone No I.G., it don't got to be known Pull up on me then his ass get gone One, two, three, four, shooters at the front door If he sleep we going to sneak through the back door I cannot sleep 'til I go get some more Pull out a check and I make her say whoa Got what you need just hit me on the trap phone All up in the trap 'cuz a nigga got to get more Counting up bucks on a bitch like YEAH! Try to run up, young nigga I dare I learned in the streets niggas don't play fair Got to roll with the heat on me everywhere Rolling up good gas in the air Niggas hating, do you think I care? (Nah) One, two, three, four, shooters at the front door Know we like to kick door, why we brought the stick for Say he got bags, make a young nigga get low Shawty real bad, I ain't got to tell her get low Man, back in the day couldn't even get a hello Now I'm getting paid, getting packs for the L.O Got to keep it on me, strapped like a Velcro Keep it in the street, I don't beef on the cellphone One, two, three, four, shooters at the front door Know we like to kick door, why we brought the stick for Say he got bags, make his ass get low Shawty real bad, I ain't got to tell her get low Man, back in the day couldn't even get a hello Now I'm getting paid, getting packs for the L.O Got to keep it on me, strapped like a Velcro Keep it in the street, I don't beef on the cellphone Rolling up good gas in the air, niggas hating, do you think I care?