Credits

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carlos bermudes
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Kayden Blount
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Lyrics

Ay, ay (ay, ay) On my phone still trappin (what) But its different when I'm relaxin (what) Still fucked up bout what happened During the day of the back end (yeah, ay) All of my racks be packin (ay) Occasionally subtract it (ay) Load with the Glock or the MAC-10 Day so quick, the way how I dash in Cooking dope in the lab, no water in the tap (wet, yeah) Guns be loaded with packs, no slack in my macs (yeah, chu) Diamonds so clear they react (cha-ching) But the water that flow be badass (ay) That mic during KDS, ways how I give and pass (yuh-huh) The bass that booms, it be so too hard to attack (ooh) We never go down, takin over, we never give lacks (ohh ohh ohh) Fuckers be actin like dicks (ooh) Always act like they made a hit (ooh) But they never was legit (legit) Meanwhile, I get it til I'm rich (rich) She be feeling like a bitch (bitch) I woke the hell up (up) Damn man its like a bitch Hovered down, get it now before I fucking spit (ughhh) With all of these cash that I'm bout to go split (shii) Making dreams come true, feeling like the shit (shii, uh) Money that I fold, went cha-ching, counterfeit (blatt) Lighting it all up, damn it's all lit (ooh) Talkin smack, hit wit right hook (woah) Read y'all bitches like a book (oh woah) Feel like luffy, look for a cook (woah) Level 1 nigga you a crook (ay, oh woah) Sneakin in, nigga we done snook (woah) Robbed for yo shit we done took (ay) Want be like me, wish you could (yuh) Light shit up like it's wood (ay) Ayy, yuh, ay ayy (ay) Yuh, ay, yuh, ay ayy Yuh, ay, yuh, ay ayy Yuh, ay, yuh, ay uh Bitch I'm up gaining traction Split shit up like a fraction Went through like transaction Fo yo bitch I'm a distraction Don't talk to me no interaction Go to the bank get this cash in Bitch I'm Shanks, guns for actions Spend too much, my money subtracting Bitch I'm Michael, no Jackson Yeah (ayy) Ay, ay (ay, ay) On my phone still trappin (what) But its different when I'm relaxin (what) Still fucked up bout what happened During the day of the back end (yeah, ay) All of my racks be packin (ay) Occasionally subtract it (ay) Load with the Glock or the MAC-10 Day so quick, the way how I dash in Cooking dope in the lab, no water in the tap (wet, yeah) Guns be loaded with packs, no slack in my macs (yeah, chu) (Cha-ching, ay) (Yuh-huh) (Ooh)
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