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Yeah, yea Huh Aydin I drop a 10 in my Wearing off Can't be Ugh, yeah yea I drop a 10 in my cup this Quali wearing off We can't be seen when we out my shorty on the route I put these diamonds on my fist you better watch your mouth I had his bitch on my list but, I been crossed her out I made a band before my mom made me a bank account He say my name, we take his whip, like it's the same amount I spin my Benz when I feel rain, my tires wearing out Don't feel the same when we talk but, girl let's f*ck it out See the shame in yo walk I hear you coming down I know you hate seeing my face but, love when I'm around Drop a bag on my shooters too much flashing out I give your name to my youngins bet they (crashing out) ha I put designer on my body get wonderful feelings I ain't dodging no nigga cause we never conceal it She tryna touch on my pockets I think she wanna feel it I'm tryna get high as I can with you I touch the ceiling Play with that mud I told my mama I need some more juice Bet I beat that thang down til she can't even move And if I tell you I love you I promise it's the truth I could put you on a flight or put you on a cruise Got my Benz at 17 she watch me spin the coupe And If it weren't for my pride, then it wouldn't be you And if it weren't for this cup I wouldn't see it thru If it weren't for my brother I couldn't see the truth I drop a 10 in my cup this Quali wearing off We can't be seen when we out my shorty on the route I put these diamonds on my fist you better watch your mouth I had his bitch on my list but, I been crossed her out I made a band before my mom made me a bank account He say my name, we take his whip, like it's the same amount I spin my benz when I feel rain, my tires wearing out Don't feel the same when we talk but, girl let's f*ck it out See the shame in yo walk I hear you coming down I know you hate seeing my face but, love when I'm around Drop a bag on my shooters too much flashing out I give your name to my youngins bet they Ha I put designer on my body get wonderful feelings I ain't dodging no nigga cause we never conceal it She tryna touch on my pockets I think she wanna feel it I'm tryna get high as I can with you I touch the ceiling Play with that mud I told my mama I need some more juice Bet I beat that thang down til' she can't even move And if I tell you I love you I promise it's the truth I could put you on a flight or put you on a cruise Got my Benz at 17 she watch me spin the coupe And If it weren't for my pride, then it wouldn't be you And if it weren't for this cup I wouldn't see it thru If it weren't for my brother I couldn't see the truth