Bottle after bottle, motto after mottoSpendin' all this paper like I f-cking won the lottoAll I know is yolo, nigga that's the mottoRicky told me get 'em and I told 'em that I got 'emAnd I got 'em erryday, errydayBad bitches gon f-ck me everyway, never stayOnce I get it, than I'm dippin' thata way thata wayYoung, came up from the bottom and I never had a wayI really went from wooping 622s, to whippin 622sAint none of the homies crippin'We giving bitches the bluesWe buying? Bags, get in they f-cking shoesYou wonder why she aint f-cking youWinning nigga, you loseYeah, I'm flexing, I pull up on the ghostHundred on my necklaceAnd my diamonds clear they vvs'ingI turn into a toilet on these? They bs'ingTwo fingers, did it on 'emHold up, I really shitted on 'emI dropped dreamchaser and I made a milly on 'emIt don't matter what city I'm in, I'm going philly on 'emWith my red p hat, you don't know, we back'Bout to go to houston, heard that's where the chief atHiding with the? DownI could'nt get it man, get ready for thatMe and wale finna drop to that real soon manI was just playing aroundShout out to the homie drizzy, all ymcmbIt's double mg we in the building
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