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It’s The New St. Louis, nigga I’m drinking to hide all the Paine And they killing they potna for fame They know me well when I’m making deposits Causing I’m fucking the bitch at the bank Tell her keep the change, I got big bills Remember we was thugging on the big wheel Had a dream bout G but it felt real Can’t move like that, I’m a big deal Wanna play ball with Paine, but couldn’t take it Yeah, we did so much dirt, can’t erase it I done rolled a whole zip just to face em Drive em right off the lot just to race em It’s four in the morning and she wanna go in Her booty ain’t big but she know how to throw it Told me to pull up right now so she can do that shit to me Baby, you know that I’m for it Count some more racks on em when we getting bored They just be messy talking, we ignore it My lil niggas went and evened the score Hit up Freeyo told him bro I need more If you ain’t with me right now then you ain’t for me They gone see me winning, try to extort me F*ck yo feelings right now, shit ain’t important Owe me double just for coming up short (Yeah) Twelve wanna search the whip cause they say we reeking (Yeah) Plus I’m on a pill, I been up, and I ain’t sleeping (Yeah) Add it up, add it up, yeah, It’s that season Two 50 clips, nigga give me a reason (Yeah) Add it up, cut it up, split it with the gang They just see the come up they don’t never see the Paine Rather see a nigga dead, that’s a shame I done paid my dues, I got rank He can’t do that time he gone rat She gone f*ck the team for some racks Same niggas lying in they raps They got that bad I been getting rich, feel like Roddy Rich, I been balling every season Know a couple white boys, stone cold killers, I just call em Tommy Eagan I been in my bag, they been leeching I ain’t tryna hear it, why you preaching I been chasing paper, I been going hard Couple deals but I need a M for Turn these old whips to some new foreign Yeah, I f*ck her good, she can’t move on I just be talking my shit, ya dig I might be fucking yo bitch, ya dig Fucked up some bands, cause I’m running em up I will not bet unless it’s hundred or up These nigga’s hate cause I’m bubbling up I’m on a pill, get yo stamina up I cannot stretch it I just roll it up After the show this lil hoe wanna f*ck She was right on time with it, that’s clutch She gone catch a vibe, she gone give it up I’m just too advanced, I don’t even plan I just get the bag, I just get the racks She just give me head, I don’t even ask Came from the mud, I don’t gotta brag St. Louis nigga still riding tags New bitch badder, I ain’t even mad Never let a mooching bitch see the stash Wanted to play with these racks since kids I’mma lock in on em, we gone get rich Focus on the bag, I swear you can turn up Head so fire, it keep fucking my count up Twelve wanna search the whip cause they say we reeking (Yeah) Plus I’m on a pill, I been up, and I ain’t sleeping (Yeah) Add it up, add it up, yeah, It’s that season Two 50 clips, nigga give me a reason (Yeah) Add it up, cut it up, split it with the gang They just see the come up they don’t never see the Paine Rather see a nigga dead, that’s a shame I done paid my dues, I got rank He can’t do that time he gone rat She gone f*ck the team for some racks Same niggas lying in they raps They got that bad