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[Intro] Many racks, 'bout a couple mill' Try hard enough, I'ma sign your deal Call up Twiki 'cause he way too real (Delta, hol'up, hol'up, hol'up) [Chorus] You not getting money, get the fuck out of my face I just sold that loud for 30 and that shit was fucking laced Don't you go, go round and ask me how much bread I made today I just made another bag, but I don't think I wanna do that shit today [Verse 1] I won't tell nobody but I'm fucking running to the bank They just love to hate so I'm getting motherfuckin' plays They be stalking all my moves, they wish that they was in my place Everybody want the best of me, I'm feeling like I'm Ways I'm not talking bout no chips but we gon' find out where he lays Gotta shout out girlhefunny cause he really need a raise Tay-K gotta do that fucking race or I get sprayed Everybody sleep on Twiki, wake up 'cause I need my praise I'm producer turned to rapper, I feel like I'm Ronny J And I'm not talking 'bout grafitti, but he getting sprayed Only time I run a lap is when I'm running to the bank Only time I gotta rap is when I think I'm getting paid [Verse 2] That boy racist like he Slayyyter Talking shit, come and meet me later We gon' light it up like a motherfuckin' saber We are not the same bitch, we live in different layers Get it off the context, crop it like it's Photoshop You make vlogging music, your shit play at coffee shops Time is running out, check the clock I feel like I'm, Ke$ha never stop Playboi Carti, hide it in my sock Wido, they gon' make my body roll [Verse 3] I tried to tell you and you didn't listen Hear it like a transmission You told me your story but it's fiction, it's fiction Better move with caution, have some friction, some friction What's the point of talking? Never listen, listen Guess I'm really making it I don't need your permission [Bridge] Feel like Saturn, count my rings Gonna make it any means Red light turn to green Not making money, stop talking to me, ah, ah [Chorus] You not getting money, get the fuck out of my face I just sold that loud for 30 and that shit was fucking laced Don't you go, go round and ask me how much bread I made today I just made another bag, but I don't think I wanna do that shit today You not getting money, get the fuck out of my face I just sold that loud for 30 and that shit was fucking laced Don't you go, go round and ask me how much bread I made today I just made another bag, but I don't think I wanna do that shit today