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I fell asleep drunk, woke up turnt up Reeced over to the camera, where the earth was Received a text from a chick I ain't heard from Saying she horny and, in a mood to twerk some But the money is what got her attention So I stay on the paper , all the way to the finish I got material goals while I'm shooting for Guinness Taking it back to the 90's, I'm a motherfucking menace On the money making mission like my nigga 2 chainz Tryna top the chop off like a tupee I drown them water boys like I'm bobby bushe I done top of in the booth and leave a bunch of poop stains Bees in the trap, bee, bees in the trap With a , my 24 double cup that I can smell it ,cause this stuff full of sex By the end of the month, I'm tryna see a bunch of racks I been the man forever, the top is so lonely So I find confident these rows go rollie When I get to fucking bitches always try to hold me But I'm cold on them hoes, yellow mac call me goldie This is bindess, nothing personal, I am not your homie Just a humble nigga sharing wealth, passing nigga, If you way meet me back at high school, you don't know me I am on it, you know my song, like a motherfucker , On my way, on my way, yeah they say I'm up next I'm on my way, on my way, yeah they say I'm up next I'm on my way, on my way, yeah they say I'm up next Cause I'm the truth, every time a nigga shooting So I let them, I'm on my way, on my way Nigga try to remove them, On my way, on my way, nigga try to remove them, On my way, on my way, nigga try to remove them, On my way, on my way, nigga try to remove them, I'm a truth, , so I'm next nigga, callie, aha. |