[Verse 1]
She don't want nothin' but different purses
Graveyard shift can't they see that I'm workin'?
Livin' and learnin', had to go straight from the T to my [?] that's a [?] excursion (Turn, turn, turn, turn up M1OnTheBeat)
Real go-getter, can't be the ones burnin'
I set up my burner with Merlin (Told me turn)
Two hand tings on my Phineas Ferb shit
You know you're getting money when the dinner turn [?] (Yo, turn up)
He ain't get shot, what this that I'm hearin'?
A liar tale, that's a different version
And my wrist still hurtin' (Suh)
And my shooter said his trigger finger still hurtin' (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh)
Yo, swear I can't feel the love since I blew right now, been feeling like Sterling (Suh, suh)
This hand ting I learned got me feeling like Erling
This scorps can't fit in no Birkin (Yo, suh, suh, suh)
Brr, brr
Hand to hand while the bird still chirping (One)
Hundred bands...
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