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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