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Got my feet kicked up and my top kicked back\nSmoking thrax in the back with your girl, what you say about that\nIf you ever run up, get your wig pushed back\nIn the club on the trap, it’s a fact, what you say about that\nPopped so many bottles, I should be a bartender\nSo much cash on me that I should be a money lender\nMoved so many pounds, they think that I’m a bodybuilder\nWhat I spent last night, I could’ve bought an Audi, nigga\nBet a hundred chickens I don’t get no recognition\nBut fuck some recognition, I just want them hundred chickens\nSlapped the top of my new girl like I’m an Indian\nMy only wish is that them bricks go back to ten again\nWake up, couldn’t cake up, got a king size in my kitchen\nBad bitch, no make-up, neighbors minding their business\nIn the roof, long face up, in six days or you missing\nDon’t pay up, won’t wake up, and leave you sleeping with the fishes\nIt’s a well known fact that I keep big straps\nGot them things in my bookbag and I’ma bust back\nWhen lil' mama seen my watch, baby had a heart attack\nGot a Ziploc full of mollies, I call it the party pack\nI’m my own fan, I’ma meet myself, so much money, got to treat myself\nCall me old school, put rims on then I called it a day\nHeard that Gucci Mane and them getting money, got ten cars but the show want\ntwenty\nRims so big but the top so skinny, stand next to me, yeah it’ll cost you twenty\nMind your business, don’t cost you any, hold on, wait one goddamn minute\nGucci Mane came in a drop top Bentley, switched up, came in a hard top Benzi\nCool as a fool but sure ain’t friendly, worth more than a pool with no goddamn\ndiamonds\nWon’t stop rapping ‘til a nigga start shining, still trapping so a nigga still\ngrinding