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Niggas still talkin' that shit (in my jewelry, my minks)
Show off my watch, mama (oh, man, they hear my jewelry bite, nigga)
Like, this shit not even fair no more, like, pshh
This shit too easy, I swear to God, ha (this shit too fuckin' easy)
Oh man, this shit crazy (I swear)
Like, all my niggas is really rich
I ain't even really rich, but all my nigga's really rich
Bitch, if you know you know, do your homework

They like, 'How the f*ck you just went Patek? You ain't even that popping'
Bitch, do yo' homework, it hit different, when lil' Wick go shopping
I told him, 'No, we're like two tickets,' he ain't even got a thousand
Bitch, I'm tryna bring in, like, ten million before next August

I feel like I've been here before
Like I done lived multiple lives
I like my circle small, just me and a handful of guys
My money tall, it look like it scraping the sky
My niggas ball like they getting close to demise
We never fall, we conquer and never divide (we never divide)
We've been through it all
That's how you know it's real on this side (it's real on this side)
Just me and this Glock, yeah, we like Bonnie and Clyde (like Bonnie and Clyde)
Touched my second M but I'm just not satisfied (I'm not satisfied)
When I lost Dre (when I lost Dre)
Boy, I just sat there and cried (just sat there and cried)
I still have them days (I still have them days)
Where I just sit and think why (just sit and think why)
But f*ck it, had to let you know, can't let you go, you always on my mind
We live up out the Washington
It's happening, bro, I wish you could see it one time
The way I stack the decimals impeccable, but sometimes I wanna die
These pockets full of Washingtons, original, you cannot compete with the guy
I was just finna fly out another bad ho, but there's way too much on my mind
The voice in the back of my head telling me, 'Don't be wasting my time'

I done copped every whip I ever wanted
I done fucked every bitch I ever wanted
She told me it's mine and I can have it whenever I want it
But if he can't have it, I don't want it

They like, 'How the f*ck you just went Patek? You ain't even that popping'
Bitch, do yo' homework, it hit different, when lil' Wick go shopping
I told him, 'No, we're like two tickets,' he ain't even got a thousand
Bitch, I'm tryna bring in, like, ten million before next August

We gotta X him out if he squealin', we don't need the problems
I'm ridin' around my city with killers, convicts, and goblins
I'm rich, you broke, nigga, that's the difference, why these hoes flockin'?

Bitch, do yo' homework, it hit different, when lil' Wick go shopping
(This shit hit different, this shit hit different)
(This shit hit different, yeah, this shit hit different)
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