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My favorite b- just cut me off and she won't even let me know the reason (yeah) It's probably one of her lil' messy hatin' - friends being evil I ain't stressin' 'bout it, she'll come around when she wanna eat it up Slow stroke, fast stroke, grindin' it, I'm a real pleaser 60 h- in New York havin' dinner Bottega send it to me soon as they get it I put Maybach seats in the Sprinter Make sure everybody sit comfortable You gotta really pay attention, I'm not mumblin' She tryna have a good time, she wanna come with us They know we can't be f- with, nann one of us It's done been some times I slipped, I'm not falling Brabus, baby blue the inside too, I'm feeling like a kid again They thought I got lucky last time, f- it, I'm back on that sh- again Her last bag was a crocodile Kelly, got it chocolate to match her skin I just gave bruh a hundred - of wham, told him, "Tell the city it's in" Majority of the time, I "Hi" and "Bye," these n- I ain't with all that locking in sh= Money over everything, try to stop it You get popped right then and there Message thread full of, "Where you ats?" and "Pull up on me" Bunch of "whens and wheres" Youngins out here wildin' with no guidance All they care about is who they - I was tryna keep that sh- in order It got harder 'cause I'm never there It's a better life out here I promise, brodie, I'ma keep it in they ear I know how it feel to spin a - But it feel way better to count a million I come from the bottom of the bottom I shot right up through the f- ceiling Heyyy Everybody lit, can't put our fire out Heyyy Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out Heyyy This her first time comin' to my house Heyyy Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs Heyyy Everybody lit, can't put our fire out Heyyy Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out Heyyy This her first time comin' to my house Heyyy Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs Yeah, stay down, hustle hard until you come up Take some, only when you need it You won't make it far bein' greedy My grandma taught me how to be a leader If we fly commercial, we got greeters They just know that we important people They see how we comin', think we ghetto Until they children tell 'em I'm their hero Flight attendant said I look familiar Crack a smile, tell her, "It's a small world" Oh, that's your b-? That's my h- too We gon' share her, call her, "Our girl" Real street music, I ran that field If you can hit that, then she ain't my girl Get yo' lick back, come step in my world Two b- on the same itinerary The same flight, same hotel, they don't even know each other yet One of 'em don't say nun, the other askin', "Do we go together yet?" Young turnt n-, ain't no holding back This a Brabus, bro, not a regular Wagon I don't kiss and tell, I ain't into that I don't think I met a n- colder yet, like Heyyy Everybody lit, can't put our fire out Heyyy Soon as it pop, bro pull that fire out Heyyy This her first time comin' to my house Heyyy Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs Heyyy Everybody lit, can't put our fire out Heyyy Soon as it pop, bro, pull that fire out Heyyy This her first time coming to my house Heyyy Better go hard, girl, this your try-outs