[Intro]
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(Banger)
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(DJ on the beat, so its a banger)
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[Verse 1]
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Caught for a gun
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Judge might say its a RICO cause you was a part of them
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Im from the slums, Im with the shorties who rob and they gave me a Cartier
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Im with them ones, she on the block with a gun, dont know where the Barbie is
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Im from the mud, shorty be showin me songs, I tell him how hard he is
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Im sippin that lean again, on bro, I dont need a friend
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Perc 30, dont need a 10
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You broke, theyll leave again
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Boss bitch, dont need a man
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G-Wagon for both of the twins
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Why you mad I got motion again?
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And Im goated, promote revenge
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[Chorus]
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He aint turnt no more, aint no way I can run out of monеy
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He aint turnt no more, hit up a cell to opеn Chanel, we under the palm tree
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He aint turnt no more, pick up a bitch, she knowin she thick, it made my arms weak
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He aint turnt no more, give her a pill in hidden hills, she out of harms reach
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He aint turnt no more
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[Verse 2]
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Hit a bitch no followers, the lottery
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I be knowin when these hoes sloppy
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See, Im goated, I made it through poverty
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I done shared my millions with thotties
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She slick in the privatest party
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Call brodie, he slide with Barbies
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Hit Morgan to call up the thotties
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Richard Mille is red, Takis
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Id rather get head sloppy
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Broke niggas be mad wocky
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Im Smurk, Im mad cocky
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You aint never seen dead bodies
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This Patek Philippe, not a Carti (Go)
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Bulletproof, put the kid on a Brabus (Go)
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Know the owner of Webster, Im sharper
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Sex feel way better [?]
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[Chorus]
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He aint turnt no more, aint no way I can run out of money
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He aint turnt no more, hit up a cell to open Chanel, we under the palm tree
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He aint turnt no more, pick up a bitch, she knowin she thick, it made my arms weak
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He aint turnt no more, give her a pill in hidden hills, she out of harms reach
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He aint turnt no more
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[Outro]
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Aint no way I can run out of money (Aint no way I can run out of money)
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Aint no way I can run out of money (Aint no way I can run out of money)
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Aint no way I can run out of money (Aint no way I can run out of money)
