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My mama been told me don`t give no poor performance And whatever you gon` do, just do it Never thought `bout doin` musicI was tryna build my phone up Contact full of drug abusers Ridin` around with that Mexican tryna figure out what my cousin doin` Prison with the Migos, found out they was sellin` bricks Wish I woulda knew that shit, I woulda been lit Swear to God, since I was seventeen, I been hood rich I be at James Harden house, I`m all in Houston, in the mix I`m talkin` `bout spare time in New York I buy floor seats to watch the Knicks And I don`t even know no players I just wanna show off my new drip and put my chains in layers I might just stand up and go crazy, someone make the lay-up And we ain`t squashin` shit for free, you niggas gotta pay us You niggas better pay up, yeah Know he might not beat it I told the lawyer, 'Go for a lighter sentence' I`on`t want know no problems with Y`all niggas, y`all got women tendencies I`on`t gotta sell drugs no more, I`m bossed up, I got plenty business Ridin` `round in that Lamb` truck, I wreck this bitch, it ain`t rented Givin` out my respect, get respect in every city Niggas know I came up, but I came back through the slums with Diddy Fucked around and got plugged in, I`m buyin` that red Richard Mille Stay out my lil` brother bidness Just know that they gettin` millions
Press the button right there to let the doors in Go hard all year, I`on`t care, I`m goin` all in This house vibes everywhere, she callin` more friends My word or none, ain`t lyin`, I cannot bargain
Sippin` wockiana, come here thotiana Let me buss you down, ah, yeah, yeah What kinda watch you wanted? Man, that`s nothin` mami I`m not bein` funny, ah, yeah, yeah I shoulda knew you was gon` rat the day you told me A hunnid racks in all dubs, it ain`t no foldin` me I ain`t no puppet, ain`t with nobody controllin` me I go LeBron when it`s crunch time, it ain`t no holdin` me Got the Maybach, Benz truck, I`m tryna buy one I told lil shawty, 'Just let bygones be bygones' Tell the Feds, 'Get off my dick, I don`t gotta buy guns' They got the right one, yeah
Press the button right there to let the doors in Go hard all year, I`on`t care, I`m goin` all in This house vibes everywhere, she callin` more friends My word or none, ain`t lyin`, I cannot bargain
To let the doors in I`m goin` all in She callin` more friends I cannot bargain (I cannot bargain)
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