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I can't feel my face, uh, I can't feel my legs, uh Too busy, I'm countin' up bread, uh You can get hit with the lead, yeah I'm with a freak-ass bitch right now, she tryna give me head I ain't Gunna, but I'm pushin' P, yeah, I'll never leave my mans Can I geek up in this bitch? Woah Just give me my bread, I'm fuckin' these hoes I don't give a f*ck 'bout this bitch, uh I jump on the stage, I'm rockin' these shoes Get money and turn around quick, uh No matter the rain, no matter the snow I'm keepin' that bitch on my hip, uh I promise I'm makin' 'em dip, uh I want some money, that's it, uh My bitch like Harley and shit, uh Bro gon' get popped like a zit, uh Money on money, I'm rich, uh I put Chanel on my bitch, uh I just spent ten on my- I just spent ten on my 'fit, uh You don't get money like this, uh Love your ho, I cannot, I pour fours in my pop Can you take me to my cell? I can't fold, I cannot I can't even tell the time, all these diamonds in my watch And I'm always on my grind, you can call me Tony Hawk Yeah, do she really want me or do she want me for the fame? Got cash, got racks and now she gon' scream my name I'm with you, stay solid Your jewelry be so flawless You a snake, it's so obvious Only want me 'cause I'm poppin', yeah They say, "Oh, my God, he hard," bag Goyard Said she f*ck with me, should've said that from the start Raf Simons, Louis V, my budget fuckin' large That shit large You got cash on you (yeah), you got a bag on you (yeah) You got racks on you (yeah), bitch, you got ass on you (yeah) What you do when you ain't got nowhere to go? Yeah, I'm missin' you, I had to let you know Yeah, I had to let you know I can't trust no bitch, yeah, it is what it is Model ho, she bad, lil' shawty live in the hills Yeah, these hoes get badder and badder I'ma hit, then leave you after Can't stay, that shit like bad luck I been focused on gettin' my racks up Yeah, you get fly, you just don't get flyer than me This ho burnt out, why the f*ck is she lyin' on me? Jeep Trackhawk, I hit the gas, watch me tear up the street Yeah, watch me tear up the street I can't feel my face, uh, I can't feel my legs, uh Too busy, I'm countin' up bread, uh You can get hit with the lead, yeah I'm with a freak-ass bitch right now, she tryna give me head I ain't Gunna, but I'm pushin' P, yeah, I'll never leave my mans