All you niggas act like hoes
Cause you know I got yo hoe
I be counting up my rolls
Give a damn about a hoe
See the cops I gotta go
Boutta take a backroad
I be at the Citgo every day for the low
Taxin niggas out their money
I feel like I'm Uncle Sam
I don't flex for you niggas
I be flexin for the Gram
Took his bitch then I fucked her
Bet I fucked her right on cam
Finesse niggas out their money
That's exactly who I am
You say you a trap nigga
You can't even whip a brick
You say you a real nigga
Explain how I took your shit
Why your bitch on my dick
That's supposed to be your bitch
She just want a trap nigga
And she likes me cause I'm rich
I can never be a hoe
And I put that on my soul
All my niggas on the road
Take my chain I gotta go
I be countin bankrolls
Sellin bricks by the stove
I be at your corner store
Catch me by the Citgo
Shawty bad she so fine
She gon hop in the ride
Fuck the police they some hoes
I can't even be outside
Bitch my diamonds they be dancing
Boy I'm clean just like some tide
If finessin was a crime
Woulda had to do some time
3 grams and a wad
I can smoke it by myself
Speedin in a fuckin Bimmer
Boy your ass gon get left
I got 33 rounds
So I do not need no help
Sprayed a pistol at his face
Then I ask him how it felt
Bitch I'm tryna get designer
Tryna rock a big belt
Ben and Junction are my friends
I don't trust nobody else
I be coolin in the crib
I been rollin up that dough
All my niggas want you dead
So they send shots with the skull
I'm poured up that 4
Gotta pour up that 4
Pour up that 4
I gotta pour up that 4
I'm done I want some more
I gotta pour up that 4
Pour up that 4
Then I go take your hoe
Pour up that 4
That 4

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