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[Intro] You're an asshole, you think you know me Graveem1nd Haha Yeah [Verse 1] Lie to my face and then fuck on your friend and you asking me, "When can I come over again?" You just a fuck-up, your money fucked up, body like stocks, you gon' end up in red He wanna be super cool in that Porsche, when I up it, it's gonna turn into his bed My gun ain't Russian but after the bussin' is over, you gon' see a whole lot of red Okay, stop Run-Run it back, bitch, I need my money up Fuck that check up like a slut Keep your head down, 7-Up Hit that boy up with the (Woo!) [Verse 2] Yeah, I love the tris and I pour it again Fuckin' that ho in the back of the Benz Graveed up now, don't need no friends In Gravee I trust, in Gravee I spend Pull up to the party and lеave with a body that don't always mean that I'm keeping it tucked If I'm in thе cut with your bitch and her friend then I guess you can say that you ran out of luck Money counter go (Beep) and it's stuck All this fucking mud on me and I'm stuck If she want it, I'ma buy her a butt Took two L's, now I get buck Shoutout that bitch 'cause she built like a truck In love with the money, I'm adding it up (Woo!) [Verse 3] Yeah, dressed up in black and I'm counting these bands, I be fucking on thots and I'm feeling like Batman That boy, he washed up, that boy he drowning, just like it's been trill, I put him in hashtags That boy he big body, hefty, hefty, hefty, I'ma put him in a trash bag She said she tryna make money so send me the CVV, give me the name to your $Cashtag Walk in the bank and I'm laughing, ha All of this money, it give me a flashback Might pop a Perc on my tongue when I fly back If I go out then I'm going out high class Bust on her face and I'm hitting her eyelash I swear I'm blind when it come to the price tag Break the side window and then I'ma hijack He wanna test me, I told him to try that (Woo!) [Outro] DJ Kai Gravee Lie to my face and then fuck on your friend and you asking me, "When can I come over again?" You just a fuck-up, your money fucked up, body like stocks, you gon' end up in red He wanna be super cool in that Porsche, when I up it, it's gonna turn into his bed My gun ain't Russian but after the bussin' is over you gon' see a whole lot of red Okay, stop