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On my money stand tall, just like Yao Ming (Damn) Flip it, woah, to my shoota on the left wing (Hey!) Shoutout Eli, got that block for the fucking team Santa Barbara yeah that's us, smokin' DVC Just like Carti to the moon, feel like Uzi I go Zoom With my bros from the 'field, swear to God they all my goons She wanna date it's too soon, had to tell her leave the room She tried to trick me, is you goofy? Call that bitch a Looney Tune Eyes red, I'm not high, why they think I'm Super Sayian? With the team they my gang, on the court we not playin' Different colors 'round my neck, actin like some damn crayons How you say you love me? But you was fuckin' on another mans New bitch, on my dick, bought me some Amiri pants No prom, told that whore, "sorry baby I can't dance" Now she got an OnlyFans, switchin' up like a trans Oh my God, I was about to give that whore another chance Since my prime (Yeah) On my time Since my prime (Yeah) On my time Man I do this since the prime Just beginning on my time Looking back they all last while I'm at the finish line Wait Catching up Zero to Sixty Counting hundreds Counting fifties Staying in your own lane Cuz you ain't staying with me Riding in a SRT! Yeah you know I'm speed racing Jk it's a Chevy Malibu But I'll still race it Petal to the metal I don't see the dash Yeah too fast like flash Dripping the ice like the water (Yeah) You know I splash! Stepping to the top Waiting for the drop On the move no stop Cut the back door Catch it That's a lob Get it how I go Watch the fucking flow Ice Walk freeze like snow You should already know Frid (The kid) gone blow (Ah) On my money stand tall, just like Yao Ming (Damn) Flip it, woah, to my shoota on the left wing (Hey!) Shoutout Eli, got that block for the fucking team Santa Barbara yeah that's us, smokin' DVC I'm so fast speed racin' in the GTC We was fuckin' on the floor mattress didn't need the sheets 2AM, she called my phone askin' can you wife me? So I asked her, "what's yo sign?" She said, "it's a pisces" (Damn) Call me Jack I'm in her box, Alotta red not the socks Stackin' cheese, makin' money, Bill Gates with the stocks Fight night gotta box Mike Tys' never loss Pulling up, from the three, Trae Young on the Hawks All my kicks they some heat, even though I never bought In the air like BnB, hit my dance that's the mop Racin' cars, DMV, slow down that's the cops See me in the fuckin' paint Dwight Howard with the block (Gimme that shit!)