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Pockets filled with cheddar Rocking all black like the Batmobile 30 points im dropping with assists like im Bradley Beal You should stress yo bitch she would SMD to Have a meal Eyes on my album cover but i aint gon Sign no deal F*ck all of the fake ones i shoot him left If he aint right So much smoke done went inside my face I cant see it right Not in the day but you know she comin over At the night You cant touch these bands man my pockets Filled with metal spikes Where all of yo dissing go Purple jeans no indigo Ion even telly bro man he just know to hit n go Ion even tell her man she just know when to Lick and go They was taking hard on my shit (Where that dissing go) Blood Sweat and Tears what I dropped for This shit to blow Brodie tellin me that we too up we gotta Stay it low Grind season im back on my grind now Rollie on my wrist but I don't got no time now Yo girl she a bitch runnin round like Blac Chyna If she coming over then its real hard to find her I was always popular aint get up on no grinder Spendin all yo rent money on my fuckin styler Brodie gon create the way he shoot you He like Tyler She said KM never met a man that was more Finer She aint gettin pasta we goin to a diner Pass that bitch to brodie like i got the fuckin Dimer Pockets filled with cheddar Rocking all black like the Batmobile 30 points im dropping with assists like im Bradley Beal You should watch yo bitch she would SMD to Have a meal Eyes on my album cover but i aint gon Sign no deal Triple X yo bitch 4 bands in a ditch Tell me why this hoe think she can be my bitch Thinkin bout my spendin even though we rich Tell me why they talkin they aint really shit I got rich aint have no option They gon die a bitch Rocking Gucci and that Fendi this a mix fit I got rich aint have no option They gon die a bitch (I got rich aint have no option they gon die a Bitch)