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(TWOSIXFIVE, got the sauce) Squa, squa Yeah, too fly out your league uh Ice on me, hittin' like Bruce Lee uhha Miss Princess Codine uh Mr. Bird, I done turned into a fiend uhha Eatin' pills like baked beans ha BIRDLIFESTYLE, LLC uhha Uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha uhha, and I'm still gettin' this money And I'm still lookin' like money (yeah) And I still feel like money Uhha, uhha, uhha Bad bitch and she got a lot of money (yeah) Good head, she keep me cummin Feel me inside her stomach (yeah) Uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha Uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, Uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha (yeah, yeah) uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha (yeah yeah) Mr. BIRD, you way too fly, uhha Fucked her one time then I made her mine, uhha BIRDLIFESTYLE certified, uhha Mixed the Codine in the Cherry Plum, uhha All of this ice on me, I'm feelin' cold My heart froze I ball on them like D-Rose I can't sell my soul I'm way too solid, I can't fold National bank, my money long The Za I'm smokin' strong Every verse straight off the dome You went to high school, I went to school high Got a plug in Gali, got a plug in Dubai Tryna re-up blow some Za in the air Stack up my bread, I could build you some stairs She tryna f*ck me, I say ya All this ice on me, made the lil' shawty stare That's why they hatin' on me Businessmen just pay the fee Swear to God I ain't reppin' for free (swear to God, I ain't rappin for free) uhha, uhha and I'm still gettin' this money (cheques) And I'm still lookin' like money (flex) And I still feel like money (yeah) Uhha, uhha, uhha Bad bitch and she got a lot of money (yeah) Good head, she keep me cummin uhha Feel me inside her stomach (yeah) Uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha Uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, Uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha (yeah, yeah) uhha, uhha, uhha, uhha (Yeah, yeah) Too fly, out your league Ice on me, hittin' like Bruce Lee Miss Princess Codeine Mr. BIRD, I dine turnt to a fiend The watch on me, Tek Philippe I'm blessed with indulgence in sin Tryna get on them magazines Hope mama forgive my sins I'm trappin' to make a way So I'm ready to step and spin My feelings done fade away I got no choice but to win If it's bout money, then hell yeah All the shooters around me, hell yeah BIRDLIFESTYLE Mafia, yeah Got a bad bitch with me, yeah Good gas to the face, hell yeah Can't stand me, get a chair I done run up to the bands My account balance, hell yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh And I'm still gettin' this money And I'm still lookin' like money And I still feel like money Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Bad bitch and she got a lot of money Good head, she keep me cumming Feel me inside her stomach Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh