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Ay, Yeah Shooters on some shooters Iced out my own jeweler Yeah, yeah, yuh I just iced out my own jeweler We gettin cooler and cooler I gave my shooters some shooters We throwin hundreds at Hooters yeah Why is yo shawty so moody yeah My bitch bad, so cool for what We got racks, we run it up Get out my face I don't give a f*ck Yeah This shit crazy We gon talk our shit We the next gen, they don't want to fucking believe it They don't, they really don't Just fuckin wait Like, What the f*ck Yeah I spent a check and then made that shit back She gonna fall cause I got all these racks I'm doing better if we talking the facts I'ma cashout and go cop me a jet ay I know she wants me dead ay Pushing me over the edge yeah But we making racks instead yeah All of this money they dread for what All of this money they dread for some Iced out my jeweler we run it up And I pull up in a Bentley truck She mad at me Ion give a f*ck I'm counting money for days We love to get paid We got that ice on our chain yeah We making money today yeah We making money today yeah We making money today yeah We making money today yeah We making money today yeah I got my name in a chain yeah I got all this fame in a chain yeah They keep switching their lanes up I keep changing the game yeah You know i'ma star now Making the money we ball out Rocking fake shit that's a callout I got all these racks so she fall now Got all these racks we ball out I'm boutta bring my top down I'm making moves like right now Going too hard, took the fast route Runnin shit up with a bag now In a new Rarri we drag out We making money we flex now Getting all these checks out Went to the mall, then I left with a store You is a bitch like what is you for I'ma go buy me a Lambo in 4 She broke my heart, that shit hurt to the core You dropped an EP I heard that shit flopped I dropped a single and bought me a top Only 15 but no I can't stop I getting bands yeah I get a lot Shoutout to my fam now Never giving handouts I'm just making cash now Getting to my bag now I spent a check and then made that shit back She gonna fall cause I got all these racks I'm doing better if we talking the facts I'ma cashout and go cop me a jet ay I know she wants me dead ay Pushing me over the edge yeah But we making racks instead yeah All of this money they dread for what All of this money they dread for some Iced out my jeweler we run it up And I pull up in a Bentley truck She mad at me Ion give a f*ck I'm counting money for days We love to get paid We got that ice on our chain yeah We making money today yeah We making money today yeah We making money today yeah We making money today yeah We making money today yeah I got my name in a chain yeah I got all this fame in a chain yeah They keep switching their lanes up I keep changing the game yeah I keep changing the game yeah I keep changing the game yeah I keep changing the game yeah I keep changing the game yeah I keep changing the game yeah I keep changing the game yeah I keep changing the game yeah You bitches so lame yeah
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