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Yeah, yeah Told that nigga to stop on callin' me I can't do it, I love her, I ain't doin' no apology Got more money in my pocket that a lot of I got so much money, I can switch up the accountant God been with me the whole time Y'all nig—, y'all niggas be cappin', boy All them lame ass, you know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'? And these niggas hatin' on me and my nigga but it don't matter 'cause out here, yeah Yeah, yeah It get messy, call my bestie, diamonds Wesley Niggas hatin' on my phone, they gettin' pissy I be swingin' with that pole, they think I'm zesty I just passed to all my niggas like I'm Messi Lil' nigga, that's us, don't act too tough Fuck around, get bust, fuck around, get punched Give me his lunch, say, "Give me that lunch" I ain't talkin' Nike, tell her nigga come and check me Got a couple thousand, see it hangin' from my neck piece Ha, she gon' do it for the checky When it come to me, she gon' try to give me back-seats Give me that, yeah, uh, give me that, yeah-yeah Letras de cancionesGive me that top, okay, got me lookin' like Pac Okay, I ain't sippin' no Rob' Arms swole, got me lookin' like Rock Okay, nigga, pay me that rock Okay, niggas know that I'm hot Haven't told her I'm an angel, huh, I ain't with the demons (No) Paul Walker, all my niggas, they be speedin' Crackhead, all these niggas do is feinin' Nigga think he beatin' me, he must be dreamin', yeah Push the SRT, the oil started leakin', yeah I just made half a million off of speakin', yeah I just spent in half a milli', I be tweakin', yeah Shawty keep on hittin' my phone, that shit be beepin’ Don't try me, you get shot Took momma to Mercedes and we copped it off the lot I told you I'm not fightin', if you see, you get popped The errand that you [?], now it's lookin' like some Crocs I told you I don't stop These past months I've been goin' through alot But I know that God gon' save me from the devil plot Why you in the kitchen if you know it's gettin' hot? And if the paper gettin' low, I scrap the— From Letras Mania