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[Intro] Aye, look. Peep game though. Real nigga don’t gotta show too much, nigga. I might come through in a low, in a ‘rrari, nigga. Sippin’ Fiji water, nigga. You know I’m sayin’? Livin’ life though [Chorus] Word around town, I got them bands right Word around town, I bought that Benz right Word around town, I got my shit right Word around town, I got that big ice I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now [Verse 1] I was sittin’ in the trap, thinkin’ of a plan If I can get this hoe crackin’, I can buy a Benz But back then, it was hard for me to touch a band ‘cause on the low, that lil’ hoe wanted a boyfriend Took a trip to the A, yeah, I took a chance Got there, went broke, I was like, “Damn” Had to sleep at the airport, I’m like, “Damn” Sun’ told me not to fuck with that ticket, man I gave it a few months and the bitch blew For a nigga with a whip and some nice shoes And that’s when I found out that she wasn’t cool But I let the bitch beg, I’m a damn fool That’s one of the bad things that money can do And all money ain’t good, learned that from you And now you wanna come back, bitch, you ain’t cool I got shit to do Bitch, keep it movin’ [Chorus] Word around town, I got them bands right Word around town, I bought that Benz right Word around town, I got my shit right Word around town, I got that big ice I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now [Verse 2] I might go to Puerto Rice to chill out Next week, I’m thinkin’ London, this shit real now I’ma tryna make a couple million for my kid now When I heard Corky[?] died, I was like, “Wow” Hot-boxed in the whip, yeah, I’m in the clouds Run up on this 650, and it’s goin’ down Holla at my OG, he fronted a pound Then, I shipped it out of town, watch that money pile I be ridin’ by myself, ‘cause these niggas dirty I got a hunid enemies and a hunid Dro I got a hunid backwoods and a hunid blunts And a hunid bad bitches tryna get it from me I said, “Excuse me, bitch. Why you playin’ with me? I don’t wanna talk, if you ain’t talkin’ bands with me You should fly to Miami and get a tan with me And maybe you could eat lunch on the sand with me Before we take this any further, ma, explain to me Are you on some groupie shit? You actin’ strange to me Do you like smokin’ weed? I love those trees We can chill by the ocean Okay now, look- look- look ma, what’s hannin’? I don’t wanna be your boyfriend, that’s tragic I might wanna come over, chill, eat a sandwich Please, no cameras, no Instagram action You do it for the lights, you know I do it for the cabbage” [Chorus] Word around town, I got them bands right Word around town, I bought that Benz right Word around town, I got my shit right Word around town, I got that big ice I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now I got my shit together, so you choosin’ now