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Two degrees, still trappin', I'm a thug with a masters Bitch wanna be my main, tell her, babe, I'm a bachelor Brody keep on rollin' up, it's bout to f*ck with my asthma Remy dick her down it's like this stuff is Viagra Hit my brother up from Lansing, Jenks, I'm straight to the Capitol It's gon' take me bout a hour, let me see what this traffic do Ain't nothin' for consignment, I'ma need some collateral Bunch of paid time off, I might take a sabbatical Unky said rap cool, but then played me some classical This what they listen to in rooms a couple steps after you He said to make pape, you gotta know who make it move And if I'ma bleed him dry, you gotta sing it in they tune I got chill pumps, maybe it's this ice on me Bro was bleedin' water out of phones like it's rice on it Cookin' up a meal inside this apple, left my bites on it Everybody claim that they your mans until your price on it For real Gotta get up out your feels, fill a safe up Gotta get out in that field, pick some pape up Ain't no money in the bank, then you bankrupt Let my money talk for me, I can't say much Get a check, show a pay stub Old money, I can still sit on it, shit, it depends Cane in the blizzard, nigga, stick in the wind I was in them rooms beside the Britney Spears Knew I shouldn't have went back, but oops, I did it again Chill, all A student, still jukin' with the dope boys Got the green mixed with the blues, they think it's turquoise Found out she fucked with the wave and got a surfboard Pulled over, got her B.A.C., she had to blow for it Crib by the wealthy blacks, probably cost an amputee Think because I'm casual that they can't be a casualty Paint this house, mount it on the wall like it's a masterpiece Amex card, ain't got no limit, we like Master P Unh, show him money talk, but we can't make him say GPS don't always know the route, you gotta make a way Some shit you gotta figure out, I know who get it in And I know who missin' out, ain't shit for us to kick about, nigga Gotta get up out your feels, fill a safe up Gotta get out in that field, pick some pape up Ain't no money in the bank, then you bankrupt Let my money talk for me, I can't say much Get a check, show a pay stub
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