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[Verse 1: Johnny Cinco] I know they after me, can’t let 'em capture me Lower my faculties, lie like an athlete I know she after me, can’t let her capture me She want to dress elite, call me your majesty Sorry to inform you that I get it in SakReligious nigga, Y-R-N Get to the money, don’t care how it's spent Trust in myself, ain’t no one to depend Everywhere I go they welcome us in These bitches drop to their knees and begin John Popi goin', in him we depend Pray the good Lord forgive all of my sins All of my sins, free all of my sins Free all of my kin, they won’t let them out Led her straight in cause they know what we 'bout Trap out the mansion, don’t know the amount They told me you got to make that shit count Police told me you got to make that shit count Get to the money, make every cent count Make every cent count Leaving on the road now, she don’t want to go now She gon' fuck the bro, fuck the sofa The road, wasn't scared, better know now I bet she know now, I bet she know now I been on the road, doing shows, getting to the dough Ask her to show what she really know You can't talk about it, you don’t really know I done sold shit, I don’t really know I never tell it but I really know [Verse 2: Quavo] What you know now? get hit with 100 rounds What you didn’t know, that I re-up on 100 pounds What you didn’t know Migos, Cinco got 100 M's stashed in the floor What you didn’t know Might pull up with a chopper and a 44 bulldog You feeling froggy, nigga leap My niggas know that you was fraud You don’t know the half I came from kicking doors and juuging the slab You don’t know the half I dropped out of school, I couldn't finish math Now that I’m up, 100 thousand put it on a rich nigga's tab [Verse 3: Johnny Cinco] I know they after me, can’t let 'em capture me Lower my faculties, lie like an athlete I know she after me, can’t let her capture me She want to dress elite, call me your majesty Sorry to inform you that I get it in SakReligious nigga, Y-R-N Get to the money, don’t care how it's spent Trust in myself, ain’t no one to depend Everywhere I go they welcome us in These bitches drop to their knees and begin John Popi goin', in him we depend Pray the good Lord forgive all of my sins All of my sins, free all of my sins Free all of my kin, they won’t let them out Led her straight in cause they know what we 'bout Trap out the mansion, don’t know the amount They told me you got to make that shit count Police told me you got to make that shit count Get to the money, make every cent count Make every cent count Leaving on the road now, she don’t want to go now She gon' fuck the bro, fuck the sofa The road, wasn't scared, better know now I bet she know now, I bet she know now I been on the road, doing shows, getting to the dough Ask her to show what she really know You can't talk about it, you don’t really know I done sold shit, I don’t really know I never tell it but I really know