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Got up in this shit  for a dollar
didn’t want me no white collar 
wanted me that money, fuck honor
Wanted it all, wanted to ball, a shot caller


But things changed cuz we gone now 
Man I got a team for the lawn now 
Truckload of cash for the cars and a trip up to mars 
Going up, never come down

 

Every cloud has a silver lining 

These days we get high and go silver mining 

Rules are all there for undermining 

Watch me redefine 

each and every cliche

Got a couple milli to count up like each day

Couple switch up bitches moving round without stitches

Truly is a nudist bouquet 


Built a stash on the planet
looking like we planned it  

You should understand it

Ain’t nobody had it

It’s a bloody habit

 

Tell nobody else tho

I don’t even think these niggas themselves  know 

Liaisons on occasion with the hired help

Hey you can’t be tied down if you really stack the shelves bro 


Like Flacko and Blanco
X with the bank notes
getting Ice for the cold flows till there’s rocks all over their clothes 
Thugger Nigga deal with bigger figures than you ever really figured
trust me bae, there’s no iller killers

Than the niggas up in this thriller 

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