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[Verse 1] If we talking waves, I'm like Free Willy All my shipping fire, but my wrist chilly Bitch you think you rolling [?], my new whip a [?] Diamonds always rolling with a few strippers Find a bitch who still wit' it when the camera roll Work magic with the tongue, pussy, and the pole I could change your thinking, boy that's all I know With this good head, bitch I should have made the honor roll Debbie where you going slow it down some Smoking on that loud, think I need to tone it down some Dick riding bitches, gave 'em something they could bounce on Long as it comes, that's the outcome So when I pull up in a four and got these bitches like "Oh no she didn't" Bitch you like me, bitch you know we different I put that kid up in the foreign, engine roaring just to show we different Hater love a bitch, that's still your decision, listen [Chorus] I'ma still get this money I'ma smoke all my weed up I might blow a few bands Hit my plug for the re-up Like fifty a hun, he say he think I'm the one Don't get caught in your feelings We just be fucking for fun I'ma still get this money I'ma smoke all my weed up I might blow a few bands Hit my plug for the re-up We up five-hundred, a milli Got my wrist looking chilly All my bitches sit down I know my real bitches feel me [Verse 2] All about that work, bout that gangrene Same bitch from the dirt, with the same team Wrist on froze and the whip clean Ass nice, but the switch mean Smoking's on and I zone out Give a dog a bone, then I bone out Fucking leave him, I don't fucking need him Type of bitch to blow a hundred grand for no fucking reason Got an outtie in the Bay, another in LA All about the slave, for the pay I don't fucking play, miss me with that bull Not today, or another day I ain't got the time, got the grind, staying out the way Shed light on these bitches, call it candle bars Hope we handle ours, watch me ride it like some handle bars Watch your verses get a couple hundred grand for ours She's so many, many [?] Bitch you know that bread is ours, shit [Chorus] I'ma still get this money I'ma smoke all my weed up I might blow a few bands Hit my plug for the re-up Like fifty a hun, he say he think I'm the one Don't get caught in your feelings We just be fucking for fun I'ma still get this money I'ma smoke all my weed up I might blow a few bands Hit my plug for the re-up We up five-hundred, a milli Got my wrist looking chilly All my bitches sit down I know my real bitches feel me