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Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah Ya! Ya Two step running, I'm in my bag Winning these games, my eight ball lasts Gucci, not Fendi, I got my cash Fucking it up, I gotta go dash BB, no TV, I got a gold VV We running it up and we running the city I'm raiding the bank whilst I'm burning the CD's I'm swerving the whip, tell me why is you needy So why is you greedy So why is you needy So why is you leaving So why is you greedy So why is you greedy So why is you needy So why is you leaving So why is you greedy Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah Ya! Ya Been away, for a while Working nine to five like I'm on a green mile Copy me, like you copy my style Shots to the face, BOW, BOW, you lying So don't, hit me on my phone, no So don't, hit me on the downlow Lies, lies, turn you into stone with light Cause you in my dreams at night I won't go down with a fight So why is you greedy So why is you needy So why is you leaving So why is you greedy So why is you greedy So why is you needy So why is you leaving So why is you greedy Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya! Ya Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah Ya! Ya