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This bitch tryna fuck me for my cash, she done lost her mind Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah Yeah, I got the whip roarin' This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boiling Rapper say he woke the city up, bitch, I'm snoring Play it safe, keep it quiet, I don't got nothin' to say Hit her at my place, when she leave, her contact get erased Not tryna catch a case but if he keep on starin', I'ma face him I know that's your bae, but if she keep on starin', I'ma take her We eat out at Nobu, that's a thousand dollar plate, yeah I was overseas for tour, I'm back up in the states, yeah Rollin' up exotic only thing that keep me sane, yeah Pull up in that Batmobile, feel like Bruce Wayne, yeah Shawty started fuckin' with me, got a new name Green tip .556'll knock a nigga toupee Half a hundred racks, what I made in two days She a smart bitch, she did me how I did her touché This bitch tryna fuck me for my cash, she done lost her mind Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah Yeah, I got the whip roarin' This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boiling Rapper say he woke the city up, bitch, I'm snoring Don't know nobody, she want me, she on my body I been on Rodeo spendin' cash like it's a hobby Run off with your shit, I'd like to see you try and stop me Pillow talkin' to friends, bae, that's where you lost me, yeah Walk in fly as hell, I know they notice me She keep grabbin' on my pants, I'ma take her down I told her, "When we home, we gon' make a movie" Poured a four, I feel it goin' through me Clothes galore, I mix YSL with Ksubi The way that I slide on a broad, I feel like Toosii I'ma get another ho, this one won't do it Collect these checks like Nike, best believe I'm gon' do it This bitch tryna fuck me for my cash, she done lost her mind Silencer up on the Glock 30, it won't make a sound They was fakin' back then, it's gettin' hard to fake it now, huh If she wanna go with me, I'ma take her down, yeah Yeah, I got the whip roarin' This a 'Rari Testarossa, boy, you can't afford this Yeah, Amiri crankin' up the heat, I got it boiling Rapper say he woke the city up, bitch, I'm snoring