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GoldLink

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[Chorus: Brent Faiyaz] She see money all around me I look like I'm the man, yeah But I was down and out like last week Tell me where have you been? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You came out of hiding, girl Don't act like I'm your man, you just a fan You don't hold rank (No, no, no, no, no), don't hold no rank [Verse 1: GoldLink] Yeah, uh Dirty ass, Maryland ass nigga With a sick ass mouth and a slick ass flow, uh (Uh-huh) Got your bitch around me, nigga, ain't no playin' (Yeah) When I'm comin' for the kitty, I'm a fool, goddamn Do it for my niggas on the coast right there (Right there, yeah) Do it for my niggas in the Ghost right now Niggas got killed for the boy, live his dreams in the hills And they watchin' for the boy right now Goddamn, what a time, what a year, uh (Goddamn) We are what them young boys fear, uh (Yeah) I kill, never been killed, that's real, no lies You can tell that from our peers right now (I want that) Bet you wanna fuck me now, uh (Yeah, yeah) Bet you wanna love me down, uh (Yeah, yeah) Girl, you can't tie me down like Ray J said But know I'm down, uh Freaky deaky, show me somethin', uh Shake it like you owe me somethin', uh Pushin' on the pussy like a button Came four times, fifth time you gushin', uh Still gettin' rowdy in the function, uh (Goddamn) Bitches on my dick like it's nothin', uh Everywhere I go now, always got shit bumpin' Jumpin', thumpin', jumpin', yeah [Verse 2: Shy Glizzy] Hey, nice to meet (Hey), I’m Young Jefe, who you be? (Young Jefe) Got my piece in Southeast, got her clappin' to this beat (Clap, clap) She invite me to her crib (Ow!), I walk in, she see my heat (Ow!) She said, "But I live in the hills", (Girl) bitch, that’s just the way I sleep (Uh-huh) Stop that madness, I'm a savage, in traffic with MAC 11’s (Brr) Baddest bitch and she Spanish (Oo!), I fly her to Calabasas We get nasty, I'm her daddy, she know a nigga ain't average (Uh) Ain't nothin' wrong with fake asses (Uh), bitch, turn around, let's make magic I'm geekin', uh-huh, I'm on it (Uh-huh), don't look at me like you want it (No) Tell 'em that we ain't stuntin' (Uh-uh), in fourth down we ain't puntin' it (Woo!) King of District Columbia, can't come here without a permit (Uh) This shit really a jungle (Goddamn), gorillas and anacondas (Goddamn, goddamn) [Chorus: Brent Faiyaz & Shy Glizzy] She see money all around me (Hey, hey) I look like I'm the man, yeah (Yung Jefe holmes) But I was down and out like last week Tell me where have you been? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) You came out of hiding, girl Don't act like I'm your man, you just a fan You don't hold rank (No, no, no, no, no), don't hold no rank