Make the money fast
Hit the gas
100 on the dash
Did a Dylan Brady
Pull up to the light
You lookin' scared you lookin' nervous
I could spin you in a circle
Leave you lost without a purpose
I could hit the corner fast
You barely enter, you a pussy
I could show you what I got
But I won't waste it on a rookie
Hoppin' out the beamer wearing G-Star Denim
Hope them stars are pretty close 'cause I could fit right in em
I got mud in my cup, I got gas in my lungs
I got money in the bank, time to fuck up some funds
Why you always talking, where's the action?
Say you 'bout it, say you fucking this and that
But I ain't see shit that's amounted
All this braggin' all this boastin'
Oh, now you got clout
I don't give a fuck
You need to learn to shut your damn mouth
Hear them tires slide when we up in your town
Hoppin up on that stage and we tear that shit down
I got people going crazy, I got people that hate me
All I know is getting cake so I just don't let it phase me
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