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Run it again and again and again and again And again and I stay on repeat Come with the drip on you boys Too much sauce in the pot But the nikes they stay on my feet I been so honest, you notice I fight with the demons They always creep up in my sleep Do it for dollars they holla The bitches be lovin the diamonds That dance on my sleeve Not for the checks or the sex It's just more for the flex But honestly I can't complain Half of the centuries industry Rich from amenities Honestly feelin the same Went to bank with my Benjamin franks And they Rockin blue face I'm just shutting the safe Up on my stocks when they drop I be dropping a rock It's the money from fortune and fame She asked me again if I care About Karen I'm wearin it out and I'm speakin the truth I was just fuckin and bustin she bussin it I always be working when step in the booth I got suppliers from China Who always big timin and do what they do for intuen I just stay dripped on my island And buy all designer And that's just the way that I move I got the moves, I got the moves I like a white and a ghetto bitch too Suckin me off have intuen be like ouh I sent a text to my ex If she wanna have sex in the back of the coupe Sent her a text a quarter till 2 She never in bed with me Always be settling Run and go tellin me Intuen with a winning streak Aye mama I made it My music amazing I send it she play it Goliath and David Downloading and saved it The clips are amazing I set it myself it's the way that I make it I wanted Mercedes I hate being patient I'm bout to expose all the hoes Shout to Lina the one with the baby You rich to yourself But ain't nobody know I don't wanna smoke a Backwood I don't wanna throw a twenty Run it back to the crib Imma have your ass bending over backwards If it's too fast better listen little faster I dream of big dollas and Hondas that stay in the projects Cause I'm on the come up Can't nobody stop me I'm runnin and runnin The commas to checks And I made a 1 dollar turn to a 100 It's just a form out of habit Gottem reachin in the bag Like they doing fucking magic Ain't a wish or a has been Bag in the back Of the Bentley under mats-in Got her naked on the mattress Bendin her back and she grab on the necklace Givin 8 inch deep dick From the back she be screamin Top off to the queen is You kiss her and tell her you she with it But after you spend it It's back to you countin the digits You hate how you livin You over rethinking and dwell On decisions Don't even enjoy it You hate how you livin Get back to you rap about how you livid Back in the kitchen To makin the wraps and cleaning the dishes You claim that you got it, but you never seen it