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Look at my product man
I'm made of money man
Check out my closet man
Call in the contraband
Fuck with the rubber bands
I count a hunnid bands
She see the money man
She do the money dance
I'mma ride, I'mma ride, I'mma ride, I'mma ride
 

Top of the year, I was broke (cash out)
Done been had lint in my pocket
Now I'm plugged like a socket
Bankrolls in my pocket
Paypal was on zero, now I'm counting more zeros
Bank account lookin' like Cheerios
With a Mob like Robert De Niro
Had to learn both grind and patience
Took my moms on a trip to Jamaica
I thought I wasn't gon' make it
I was so impatient
Stressed out, my head was aching
Now my palms be itchin'
Now these bitches trippin'
Now my bank be drippin'
Last year I was broke, I ain't goin' back to shit
This my first year being rich
 

I'm feelin' like I took a Perc', I'm at a loss for words
It's like I smoked a pound of herb, so please do not disturb
Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird
Can't even find the words, I'm so at a loss for words
I'm feelin' like I took a Perc', I'm at a loss for words
It's like I smoked a pound of herbs, so please do not disturb
Feel like I drunk a pound of syrup and snorted up half a bird
Can't even find the words, I'm so at a loss for words
 

Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
 

Plenty late nights I made my mama cry
Shootouts in apartments made my mama cry
Seen my niggas in a hearse, I Stevie Wonder-ed why
Retaliation, let 'em spark like it's the Fourth July
Now I'm on Ocean Drive sipping codeine with the top down
20 grand on me, lot of jewelry and a Glock nine
Got my own money, pussy nigga, I did not sign
 

Yeah, I ride for my niggas, I lie to my bitch, woo
We some poor, high-class niggas, made it, we rich, yeah
I was at the bando, got a penthouse for a closet, woo
It's like a chandelier on my neck, my wrist, woo
I got pink toes that talk different languages, woo
Got promethazine in my blood and percocet, yeah
 
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