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You say you don't like me, well, baby, I'm sad When I get rich, I'ma cop me a bag Oh, she a baddie, I met her in saks She got a boyfriend, she think that I'm mad I heard that he was a dad You hate on my music, you think that it's trash remember when you would ignore me in class now that bitch want me so bad You say you don't like me, well, baby, I'm sad When I get rich, I'ma cop me a bag Oh, she a baddie, I met her in saks She got a boyfriend, she think that I'm mad I heard that he was a dad You hate on my music, you think that it's trash I thought you was different but baby you wack you all on my story listen to my tracks I-I gotta go, I cannot f*ck wit no hoe Cuz she be lovin' on my bro Uh, thank you for listening to the song, that's all I got so far I was just kidding But it is what it is, I got a baddie, I met her on Wizz Bitches be talkin' and love on my drip B-Bitch, I'm a freak, f*ck her in her fit