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[Intro]
Mm-mm, testing my gangsta lately, like
ni**as don't get no money, for real
Ain't stepping on no sh*t
You already know, for real
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
If you ain't getting money, come tap in
Run it up and then flex with the backend
I was just down in the struggle like trapped in
Ain't gon' speak on the sh*t I did back then
I'm presidential, now pull up in black tint
All the problems I had on my life, that ain't never change nothing
But I swear that the racks did
Most of these ni**as like b*tches posting guns on the 'Gram
But that ain't really new, catfish
My b*tch [?] adlib
Hit the gas, make the coupe do a backflip
My account balance look like a tracklist
ni**a try take some from me, bet I smack, b*tch
Need a b*tch like Serena who [?] the racks
fu*k ni**as want me in caskets
Bro copped the thirty and shot for the basket, blrrr
I keep my feet up, they count my cheese up
Can bring my gun and a ni**a get beat up
She feel my gun, she think she got my...