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Yea, I done said I love her, but she not my main thing (yea) Told your bitch the same thing I pull up, Bentley Mulsanne (yea) I get high when I feel insane I get too high, I can't even think, yea But I still get paid, yea I count cake all day, lil' bitch New cash on the way, yea Newcash 808's, lil' bitch Started rapping, I've said it all (huh) I'm the one known to set it off (ha) Bitch tryna make a point She gon' leave for lame shit, but she still wrong (yea) Dropped sixty tracks in a year and I ain't even write a damn song (yea) Hit your bitch up, when she linked with me she ain't have no pants on (yea) Like a bad kid, bitch I'm throwing all these fits, bitch I'm throwing tantrums (yea) My mind is running sixty miles a minute, that means I'm in my zone (f*ck) Bitch I get high, I'm huh (ha) Bitch I get high, I'm going drone I walk into Saint Laurent, a returned client, bitch I'm known (fa fa) I don't give a f*ck what I spent on this shit, I put it on (push up) Hundreds, hundreds, hundreds, hundreds I spend that bankroll (yea) I dropped thousands on this shit, lil' bitch I'm wilding (yea) I don't give a f*ck though, 'cuz I walk in, bitch I'm styling and shit (yea) This bitch profiling me, shit (let's go) But she look fine and some shit (no) She walk up to me, she look like she need help finding some shit You better go and find a bag, lil' bitch, I've been up in that bitch And ever since the jump, I always knew that pussy was gonna switch (oh yea I knew it) No ID, they still let me in (oh yea they do it) Nobody f*ck with the fit you in I knocked on the door, she let me in That bitch done lied, she not innocent, yea yea yea (these bitches sin yea) Yea, I done said I love her, but she not my main thing (yea) Told your bitch the same thing I pull up, Bentley Mulsanne (yea) I get high when I feel insane I get too high, I can't even think, yea But I still get paid, yea I count cake all day, lil' bitch New cash on the way, yea Newcash 808's, lil' bitch Started rapping, I've said it all I'm the one known to set it off Bitch tryna make a point She gon' leave for lame shit, but she still wrong (ha) Keep tryna make me mad, bitch you know I don't take no fault, you know (yea) Just like Frank Ocean, I got blonde bitches on go (ha) She better turn up when I play this or that lame bitch she can go (yea yea yea yea) You get kicked out hoe, yea (f*ck out) Bitch I'm an asshole, I know "You got swag, Kob", I know I got mad clothes, I know I got mad hoes, for sure (yea) Bitch, I got too many flows Hell yea, bitch that's all I know Back to back, hit her friends in a row (back to back) The ice on my neck sinks ships, it's cold I rock that show, then peel off on the road Peel off in a foreign (yea yea) I'm on the highway flooring (yea yea) I work all morning (say what) Still work when my bitch is horny (for what) I send shots, I don't do warnings (huh) All I do is chill, she say I'm boring She gon' come back when I'm touring (yea) I'm in the cut like Neosporin, bitch High as f*ck, I'm soaring (way too high) Thirty pointers, I'm scoring bitch (ha) You dropped, bitch we snoring (can't f*ck with me) You only get a day, enjoy it bitch (yea) You can't talk 'bout swag, can't afford this shit They waiting on Tank to drop this shit (they ain't fucking with me bitch) Waiting on Tank to drop that heat, lil' bitch you know that Tank don't miss (yea yea yea) Yea, I done said I love her, but she not my main thing (yea) Told your bitch the same thing I pull up, Bentley Mulsanne (yea) I get high when I feel insane I get too high, I can't even think, yea But I still get paid, yea I count cake all day, lil' bitch New cash on the way, yea Newcash 808's, lil' bitch Started rapping, I've said it all I'm the one known to set it off Bitch tryna make a point She gon' leave for lame shit, but she still wrong (ha)