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I'm next gear, shock I'm sitting down,
By next year, rolling my tires,
my niggas is blowing loud on em
but now the crowd want em
Couple bitches trying to get me trapped,
they picking up the dial on em
Right before we made out,
You ain't all that, not fall back
but you choking off a contact
Contract, I'm so different,
O's rappin', pitchin' them hoes,
compare my pose to those pimpin'
Back at the show, back on the road,
Step in the party, we drunk,
We do hip -hop on this side
You know we got the biscuit,
We poppin' on them bitches,
Money ain't a thing when you in
it spinnin' like we gettin' down hard,
you niggas, they do the same
I'm movin' a little different
excessive amounts of reefer
I'm Burberry fitted, that plaid shit
cause a nigga ain't had shit
plus the lyrics for classics
I used to backflip on the mattress
Now when I'm baggin' them,
Help me count all my taxes,
You niggas sayin' in records,
Eat a wrap of food for lunch,
but I'm glad I got passion
Mastercard, gold yard bag,
Hope y 'all mad, take a nigga flag
No mic check, flow water,
Let's dice bet, niggas just do it,
My flight next, 15 in Vegas,
we drunk drinkin' Bacardi
Smokin' like Bob Marley, got me twisted
If you make one false move,
Don't move, you know we got the biscuit
All we do is pop champagne,
and pour it on the bitches
Lord, please forgive my gang
Money ain't a thang when you in it
And we spend it like we get it
I advise you niggas to do the same
Just stepped in the party
We drunk, drinkin' Bacardi
If you make one false move
Don't move, you know we got the biscuit
All we do is pop champagne
And pour it on the bitches
Lord, please forgive my gang
Money ain't a thang when you in it
And we spend it like we get it
I advise you niggas to do the same
I'll see you in the next video.