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[Intro] (Taurus) (Run that back, Turbo) [Chorus] I don’t mean to boast, but I know I got these fuck niggas mad Being broke ain’t no joke, so you know I went and got me some cash Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in the bag When you livin' life this good just know your bitch always gon' be bad [Interlude] Yo, what’s up? Okay cool, I’m in the studio, rappin’ [Verse 1] Took off on hard work and this shit didn’t come from no luck I done got these racks, these bitches won’t stop blowin' my phone up Finessin' the rap, now the whole world think I done kicked the cup Yo' bitch hid in my lap, deep throat this dick when I take a puff No cap in my rap, we was playin' with sticks when we was comin' up I seen my partner get shot, he ain’t shed a tear, know he’s tough as fuck I take your hoe to this ten for ten spot, she gon' let me fuck It’s just somethin' in her blood, she feelin' herself when I catch a nut I been flyin' these pretty fine bitches in, they still sluts Like three, four days ago this bitch told me put it in her butt Feel like I’m performin' surgery 'cause I’m in and out her gut My niggas been on a splurgin' spree, got cheese like Pizza Hut Like 911, an emergency, I speed when I’m in a Porsche Disrespect anyone in this circle, we gon' kill 'em with no remorse I’m speaking it with a purpose, and these people wan' hear my voice Them Double R's gon' stand for really rich when I’m in that Royce [Chorus] I don’t mean to boast, but I know I got these fuck niggas mad Being broke ain’t no joke, so you know I went and got me some cash Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in the bag When you livin' life this good just know your bitch always gon' be bad [Interlude] Yo, yeah, yeah, huh? I’m in the studio, want me to send you the address? Yeah, I’ma finna tell 'em “Open the gate” [Verse 2] Pop it when you can, but nigga, I pop it whenever I want Yo' bitch hop on that dime, my bitches shop and get what they want I do this shit without tryin', fuck 'round and come up with a whole song My career done got big, fuck ‘round got hacked, bought me two new phones Doin' this shit for Drac, I’m pullin' out racks when you comin' home I’m hittin' yo' hoe from the back, she say she in love with my new cologne Fear Of God on my ass sittin' on top of the Dior Homme's Callin' these shots from the top, these people treat me like Al-Capone Since you speakin' a bag, Gunna Gunna bad to the bone Drip, I let it drag, I’m fashionably known Thought she had lil' class 'till I brought her to my home She ain’t waste no time, she got right down, kept her heels on Left her with a couple hundred, no I don’t feel played (Uh) Fucked her like a dog, but I ain’t know she was still engaged I don’t abide by the law, niggas know I’m a renegade (Uh) Fuck 'round spend it all 'cause I know I can generate [Chorus] I don’t mean to boast, but I know I got these fuck niggas mad Being broke ain’t no joke, so you know I went and got me some cash Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in the bag When you livin' life this good just know your bitch always gon' be bad [Outro] Made a deposit today and still got seventy racks in a bag When you livin' life this good just know your bitch always gon' be bad