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[Intro: EST Gee] (Ayoza, you wrong for this shit) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Lil Baby & EST Gee] Yeah, used to want a hundred 'til I got it and it wasn’t enough You can't make a profit off a pound, then you can't run with us They act like they down, pick up the slang, but they ain’t one of us You know I can't be fucked with, neck and wrist don't cost a hundred plus I know how it feel to play that field, until you double up I don't care if she bought it from the doctor or a natural butt The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck [Verse 1: EST Gee] Cullinan, if it ain't no luck, then do it more than once Different truck, that's me in that Dawn right now, I'm pullin' up Solid, young, and rich as fuck, Geeski turned the city up The realest and the richеst ones, you want to, but ain’t get enough On Jacob in a pick-up truck, еn route to pick like sixty up I fall in the pocket like a raw piece when you drop it And I can get you rich from just bein’ 'round me if we partners Remember feelin’ my loss, goin' crazy, arguin' with my faucet Add some more cut, it ain't lockin’, from the kitchen to the office I'm the king, for sure the dada, I'm like Simba or Mufasa Keep a stick like it's a walker, you seem like you into gossip I don't wanna do no talkin', get down, lay down only option [Chorus: Lil Baby & EST Gee] Yeah, used to want a hundred 'til I got it and it wasn't enough You can't make a profit off a pound, then you can't run with us They act like they down, pick up the slang, but they ain't one of us You know I can't be fucked with, neck and wrist don't cost a hundred plus I know how it feel to play that field, until you double up I don't care if she bought it from the doctor or a natural butt The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck The sex always better inside this half-a-million-dollar truck [Verse 2: EST Marti] I've been gamblin' for ten hours straight, I nodded on the dice Got a dub on me, bro got a hundred, we still call that light I might stalk her page, she lookin' good, might just book a flight Said her baby daddy her type, you with a Shiner, you'll be alright Do she love me 'cause my heart of gold? Maybe it's the pape' Wan' be saved, well, it's a bit too late, plus I can't fit a cape She want romance and dinner dates, I can't get a break I'm not father games, I only play how fast I fill a safe I don't wanna talk 'bout opps and hoes, just cash and businesses Lawyer fees and sentences, the streets done got excessive shit On the phone with Fatboy droppin' tears, I heard him reminisce Sellin' boy, but he still love the girl, my bro a feminist Got a million-dollar run in with three different drugs in me I slept good with a six-figure bond, my bro'll come get me Fuck a like, I'm here to stay, but sorry, I don't love any I can't guarantee your safety, please don't come to my city Got a grim tale for every stack, it's a hundred in this trap If I pay, it's 'cause I wanted to, my hood love me a lot Off the Xans, I thought I lost six grams, I blamed it on a thot Asshole, I need to apologize, I found it in my sock (My bad) Run it up, I'm on the clock, should be gone, I'm on the block Eyes buggin' out these clear frames, I'm sorry, I'm off a yacht Got the cash, just give me thirty minutes, I'll grab it from the spot Got the cash, just give me thirty minutes, I'll grab it from the, yeah (Marti)