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Yeah, this your boy Lil Duke

And we ain’t got no hook for this motherfucker, ya digg?

We doing shit that these niggas be dreaming about

She sucking my dick and she suck all the semen out

Hop in the brand new and they bring the demons out

Been having bags, I ain’t seen a drought

I took the leader out

Poured up a four in a liter now

These niggas so greedy now

I do this shit here for my people now

They playin' me all in they speakers now

Ain’t goin' nowhere without no heater now

Catchin' them balls like I’m a receiver now

Thought I was dumb, now they believe me now

Bout to turn up and give they ass a reason now

Trap out the spot with the keys and pounds

Hundred racks, that’s on the visa now

Smoked a whole pound of the reefer, wow

What the fuck is all the beef about

Seventy-five hundred for features now

You say you gettin' money, lil nigga put down

Since a young nigga, been running the town

Don’t talk around bosses, quit running your mouth

Run off wih that money, they gon' run you down

Geeked off the molly, I’m booted up

Came up in the trenches, they shooting up

Run through your block and just shoot it up

Make your baby mama tweet it up

I just want thumb through that money and turn you up

Rich nigga bosses saluting us

Play with that money, lil homie gon' burn you up

You talkin' broke, I know you aren’t concerning us

Talk ‘bout the money, I just like to count it up

Make one phone call and my young nigga pulling up

Pullin' up, hoppin' out the Bentley truck

You know they fake, they ain’t real as us

These niggas ain’t real as us

I used to ride on a bus

I used to be broke as fuck

Ran it up, bought me a truck

Then sat it on Forgi’s

I just keep it cordial

Broke little bitches keep moving

You can’t afford me

Bad little bitch and she with me

She so gorgeous

Lord forgive me for all my sins

I was so bad she couldn’t do nothin' but win

Knew I would make it, I stayed with my team

Don’t park the Phantom in the parking lot

Hop in the rari, I’m switching the club

Trap out the store, and the sticks in the cut

Freaky little bitches like it in the butt

Smashing the pedal, we dodgin' in traffic

We hop on the Lear

YSL takeover, yeah this our year

Love all the hate, how you think I got here?

Wrist in the, shop as a pimp

You in the kitchen, just bring the utensil

Nigga talk crazy, I knock out his dental

Serving them chickens, I’m just like Ms Winter

Niggas be flexing and talk like they

Boy you got lint in your pocket and pennies

I got some bad bitches long distance

Ran to the money, we ran up them digits

I’m running the team like the motherfuckin' pitcher

Walk in the building, they calling me mister

Smoking that gas and I smell like a hippie

What is that in your cup, what is you sipping?

Way and I had to go get it

All my niggas muggin', you know they not friendly

But they like to play in the club, throw a fifty

Damn, bought all the strippers some Benzes

I got another check, boy did I mention

Bitches say YSL winning

Bought her some ass and some titties

We came with ratchets like tennis

Jumped off the porch with a pistol

Robbing and taking, I’m guilty

Then go get a room at the Hilton

I was so dirty and filthy

Nut in her mouth, she my baby killer

Nut on her eye, she my babysitter

I’m Michael Jackson, be the thriller

Run in the street with none' but killers

I’m from the three where you get it

Twenty-three shots through your fitted

Not thinkin' ‘bout losing, I know I’ma win it

Half of these niggas pretending

Ain’t none of these niggas my business

Ain’t none of these niggas my business

All of my niggas keep winning

Lord forgive me for my sins