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Woah
Yeah

I ain't even tryna sign for real, they ain't got too much to offer (woah)
I asked the cashier for two cups, but this ain't for no coffee (ha, woah)
If she catch me cheatin', she catchin' a PJ, I don't say sorry (ha)
Steal so much as a gram, get hit with the Drac', bet he sing like Aubrey (woah, woah)
I already got two Chrome necklaces, you can't double-cross me (woah)
I FaceTime the money, if you ain't Ben Frank', then please don't call me (yeah)
Fallin' asleep in the Black Badge, every night it's starry (woah, woah, woah)
This ho tryna play mind games, I don't even play Atari (woah, woah, woah, woah)
They look at me like a hero, I pull strings like a guitarist (woah, woah, woah, woah)
I'm tryna get me an Ice Spice, I know she bringin' a Barbie
I take my shirt off, hoes stop breathing, now she tryna wear my Carti' (woah, woah)
All she wear is Rick leather, she ride me like a Harley (woah, woah)
I'm tired of goin' to LA, I don't want no more parties (woah, woah)
Ice on top of my sweater, she like, 'Is you cold?' I said, 'Shit, hardly'
I f*ck her so good, she say she hate me, ain't that a bitch and a half? (Woah, woah)
Got regular hoes, got supermodels, can't name one bitch I ain't have (woah, woah)
My richest ho, she the biggest ho, hell no, I ain't cuffin' that (woah, woah)
After I hit like once or twice, 'kay, cool, I'm done with that
Seein' Nirvana like BK, throwin' them 'shrooms back like Scooby Snacks (woah)
He cop the Chrome off eBay, what I'ma do with that? Bitch, who is that?
We break necks on the freeway, they like, 'Who is that? Who cool as that?'
Trade a real hooper, but I still ball like Jordan Poole and Shaq

Woah (woah), woah, woah
Woah (woah), woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah (yeah)

200K every month, that's 50K every week
29th floor, in the sky with the birds, sleepin' good, it's Hermes on my sheets (woah, woah, woah)
Feel too alive, I'ma be up forever, mama told me they look up to me (woah, woah, woah)
She keep askin' if I heard 'Sorry Bout That,' she must think I don't listen to- (haha)
I know they fed up, be talkin' like, 'Why the f*ck Wick put a bell on the beat?' (Woah, woah)
I let the blogs say whatever they want because half of that shit be a reach (woah, woah, woah)
Really feel like this the best shit I made and it only took me a few weeks (woah, woah, woah, woah)

More freedom
Time, yeah, more freedom, yeah, yeah
That's the most important thing
A lot of y'all are chasing the money, chase the freedom
Yeah
The money comes with the freedom
Freedom is- is the whole- it's everything
That's the whole
That's the whole thing you work for
That's what you really aimin' for, like everybody thinks-
Everybody thinks it's money, like, no
Yeah
If you focus on that, you're not gonna focus on your craft
If you really wanna live up to something, you gonna focus on mastering it
That's why I get mad when a lot of people
Like, when they first start off rappin'
They feel like they have to look like they already made it
It's like people will do everything except for the thing itself, you know
That's why I don't really teach anybody
Like, I don't never really help anybody with music, 'cause they never take it serious
Everybody just tryna get money
And that's cool, like, if this is what you wanna do to make money
Just to get out a position you in, that's fine
But I do this because I love it, so
That has to come first
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