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[Intro]

'Bout this shit free, I say Freebandz, but, nigga

After you go through all that shit, think I'm finna let a nigga come and goddamn take what I done did, man, all these dudes I done paid?

Man, I paid, man, this shit blood, sweet, and tears for this shit, man

Nigga ain't finna do nothin' 'bout this cash, boy

For real, boy

I'll go to war

It ain't even about going to war, I ain't going to war for what's mine

Ayy, ha, double R shit, double R shit

Bitch-ass nigga

Double R shit

You know what I'm saying, nigga?

You know, this money shit been gettin' way too easy

Money shit way too—

[Chorus]

I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes

I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that nigga too broke, ha

Ridin' 'round Houston, nigga, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot

In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on Pluto

[Verse]

Yeah, Really Rich, bitch, do what I want, I been rockin' Arc'teryx, ho, in any climate (Pussy)

Why they keep hittin' my line? That shit ain't 'bout money, they know I'm declinin'

Young nigga slimy, my niggas grimy, we never duckin' no violence

My niggas grimy, you niggas hidin', they'll take you down for your diamonds

I been had 'fore I was rhyming

Bitch, before I was walkin'

Ayy, before I was talkin'

Pussy-ass nigga tryna flex in front of them hoes, have lil' Jay chalk him (Bah, bah, bah)

Yeah, with the Draco, bitch-ass nigga, we gon' spark him

He just a rat with a pole

He a rat, but he doing the most (Ha)

Bitch-ass nigga should've known (Bitch-ass nigga should've)

Bitch-ass nigga get— (Bitch-ass nigga get trolled)

Yeah, get zoed, nigga

Glock 45, nigga, Glock 30, it's gon' fold him

We having motion (We having motion)

You know that shit on the floor (That shit on)

My brother flip anything, nigga, come this way

Pussy-ass rap niggas mad than a bitch 'cause I don't fake kick it when I'm in LA

All of my diamonds, they hit, all my bitches, they lit, no, he can't say the same

Bitch, just look at my wrist, I'm rich, okay, my fit all black, it's Rick

All of my niggas on house arrest, yeah, they fighting them cases and shit

[Chorus]

I don't really take no photos, I'm in a four door, ridin' with like two hoes

I'm way too geeked, poured three lines, he poured uno, that nigga too broke, ha

Ridin' 'round Houston, nigga, solo, two poles on me, I might go Hublot

In a GLE AMG truck with Tune, we way too geeked on-

[Outro]

Yeah, nigga, on Pluto

We way too geeked on Pluto

We way too geeked on—