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[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]

Stay down 'til I came up

Never changed up, never changed up

Mama made us, streets paid us

Billy Boy still throwing gang up

(Lambroghini doors make you think about suicide)

Opps play tough and got flamed up

Then getting money, still on the same stuff

It ain't my birthday but I'm caked up

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]

Lambroghini doors make you think about suicide

Hit a lick with me, you better do or die

Tell her what it is even if it's true or not

And even when her sun don't shine, I'm still icy

And from my sweat to Louie Vs, it was Nike

You know this already, sorry if I was heavy

Flight to Bahamas, forty thousand to get on the jetty

Look at my watch, look at the timе already, hop into the Bentlеy

Kick it with me, it could get messy, ballin' like Jimmy

I said kick it with me, it could get messy, ballin' like Jimmy

Air man's 'bout to hold up the grippy and Mary Stretchy

All she want is sipping from me, she don't wanna get me

Wasn't always rich, I remember my stomach empty

Sleeping in my ball main jeans, I woke up, they was [?]

Don't gotta say it, Jack, I'm the king of my city

And you can ask my nigga Fifty how—

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]

Many men, huh, many men saw many niggas wanna catch me like him

Please-please, I don't want this FN to squeeze

But if he sneeze, somebody gon' bless him

Oh, many men wish death 'pon me

She hit my other partner, I got rips on jeans

I spent six hundred thousand on a watch and two chains

Many-many-many, I'm sick of being friends

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]

This for my niggas and them feds in the state yards

Still steppin' for my killas in the graveyards

I can't feel, put this burner where your face at

Erase that, test me, I'ma ace that, stay strapped

Try to count me out just to pay back

Leg hanging out the Maybach, I know they hate that

Mob shit, don't play with my steppas, you know they stomp shit

Explosive, R.I.P. Cain, we steady bombing

I pop shit back for what they owe me and it's my shit

Hot shit, you cannot control me, I'm a mosh pit

Got this, they try to lock me out but I'm a locksmith

Fly shit, no cop shit, play with me, we swap shit

Remind me, who want smoke? Tell 'em try me

I be getting that cheddar but I don't mind beef

Play with that chicken, we make nuggets, give him a nine-piece

Oh, that's your bitch? Well, she watching me like a timepiece

Motion, we in motion, picture me rolling

Loaded, locked and loaded, I'm always holding

Open, she bust it open so I dove in

Toast in, we always toast in to some more wins

[Chorus: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]

Many men, huh, many men saw many niggas wanna catch me like him

Please-please, I don't want this FN to squeeze

But if he sneeze, somebody gon' bless him

Oh, many men wish death 'pon me

She hit my other partner, I got rips on jeans

I spent six hundred thousand on a watch and two chains

Many-many-many, I'm sick of being friends