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Got the Balenci's on, I'm steppin' like a boss (boss) Foreign whip, movin' fast, ain't no time for loss (skrrt) Came up from the trenches, now we breakin' bread (bread) Stackin' hunnids, flippin' packs, stayin' out the feds (nah) VVS my neck, it's cold like the trap (ice) Used to flip them zips, now I'm runnin' laps (laps) Money talks, and I don't even gotta speak (nah) Flexin' heavy, from the block to penthouse suites (facts) Copped a few bags, now my fit always clean (clean) Balenci's on my feet, pockets full of green (green) I remember strugglin', barely had a thing (nah) Now I pull up in the best car, money on me (yeah) Private flights, livin' life like a dream (dream) They didn't think I'd make it, now I got the lead (lead) I'm still humble, but I'm flexin' like a king (king) No fake love, only trust the ones that bring the ring (loyalty) And gettin' money, it's just my only thing (thing) Got the Balenci's on, I'm steppin' like a boss (boss) Foreign whip, movin' fast, ain't no time for loss (skrrt) Came up from the trenches, now we breakin' bread (bread) Stackin' hunnids, flippin' packs, stayin' out the feds (nah) VVS my neck, it's cold like the trap (ice) Used to flip them zips, now I'm runnin' laps (laps) Money talks, and I don't even gotta speak (nah) Flexin' heavy, from the block to penthouse suites (facts) Got the Balenci's on, I'm steppin' like a boss (boss) Foreign whip, movin' fast, ain't no time for loss (skrrt) Came up from the trenches, now we breakin' bread (bread) Stackin' hunnids, flippin' packs, stayin' out the feds (nah) VVS my neck, it's cold like the trap (ice) Used to flip them zips, now I'm runnin' laps (laps) Money talks, and I don't even gotta speak (nah) Flexin' heavy, from the block to penthouse suites (facts)
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