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Call me stink When I making this money Loud 20 100s n 50s Na I don't carry change I carry bands Keep up with me If you wasn't hating on me You be making money here with me I know a lot who broke bread with they homes Resource for power Mine was flower They gotta team I got my own Find wheat yeast and flour to make bread on my own Strictly alone I ain't greedy They want me broke They never put me on I put myself on Worked alone Like the G code Do dirt alone That's how you stay out long Ya knew bout consignment I never heard of that Any pack any batch I pulled from my pocket Facts All money in I say that Any wins and loss Was all mine Facts I never ran from a plug Facts Never had to jux my own plug Facts Even big homie the outlet Big facts Never a bum I'm not what you call that I'm direct Plug, Outlets, Straight Connects You gotta go to someone To hear the connects Best weed best quality My only trend You already heard of me From your connect High octane Pure propane My gas insane Yours bush league It's low grade Not even mids Nigga you should be ashamed If you wanted a sleeve That 4 packs of rapper weed A gram a hash cost bout One round palp rapper weed That you holdin (yeah) Pure OG Black like lightening Hit Black Lightening yeah Real potency Get you frying Maaaan, It's was whatever I boost Im hiring Except coke to boost You heard It whatever Molly jolly Funtime with holly Send her to make my breesh at parties You heard She take dick in between It's exciting One hour Then we lighting Back to money is how I like it At least a thou by the day I'll stretch it to 3 If I'm selling by zooz and zips Capice Tell your nigga it's 230 a piece & No Shorts Orange cookies Tastin like Zookies Spliff a hottie see Even my grinders is mixie BackPack boy residue resting On a leaf I ain't pull a new sheet Baby crush it up for me Throw it thru me like a pass It's point game Hit my hand and land ! It's lit, that's game! We do goofy shit When we happy n blazed Roll up something montick Make it romantic Ima let you lick it baby Touch it finish Goofy shit I meant it Money we perfect it Greener than the greenhouses But blue We over the moon Smoking to full moon Baby sippin' Brandy Listening to Brandy See ya don't understand me Even my queens top quality Different dank Different cities Aye Call me stink When I making this money Loud 20, 100's, and 50's Na I don't carry change I carry bands Keep up with me If you wasn't hating on me You be making money here with me F*ck it I'm Well and I'm Empty Every fall got big come ups One a Hunnit How I'm runnin up Nothing to something Flip packs earning onions On the road with that premium Ya niggas hate like ya really wish ya was me What Ya older than me Big Dummy Big Dummy You big dummy big bummy Respect what where Nigga you funny Beneath me Like the shakes I pass your treeshes They talk of me at meetings I'm always topic in meetings Why I keep coming up They work hard for me to fall F*ck this nigga eating I'm munching big bucks BITCH F*ck ya soufflé talk
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