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[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the show
Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes
She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for $4
Fives in this b*tch, you know we bang that double-O
He ain't really on that, he just talking, he a troll
All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed
Too much money on his head, he can’t do sh*t 'cause he broke

[Verse]
When I walk, you can tell I have it
When I talk, you can hear them trolls yappin'
I gave that b*tch some money, now she so happy
I switched her whole status, I changed her life
I been fighting my fashion habits, everything I like, buy twice
That sh*t don’t bother me, n*ggas been stealing swag all my life
These hoes don't bother me, I can't be bothered
I'm the Black Panther, feel like T'Challa
Huh, huh, I'm on the X Files, huh, my b*tch X'd up
Can't wait ’til we put him down, he think he next up
You ain’t did sh*t that you rap about, that boy a wrestler
Huh, I think I'm charged up, I just popped a Tesla
n*gga, get your bars up, she sleep off the Xan’
These n*ggas ain't f*cking with me, let's go band for band
You ain't flexin’ on me, b*tch, you flexin' on your fans
That mil' you made in a year, I made in one day, go ask my mans
f*ck you talkin' 'bout? This sh*t loaded
Every time I hit that concert, it's like karaoke
Keep my hammer like I'm Thor, huh, but I'm more like Loki
Hardcore, I'm goin' gore, these n*ggas don't really know me
I'm going Mozart, I'm going Shakespeare
I have a bakery, but I ain't bakin' no cakes here
I'm havin' bread, I'm makin' bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Bread, bread, shawty
Get your bread, bread, bread up
f*cking on your ho, woah, I got her legs up
f*cking on your ho, you ain't know? Boy, keep your head up
f*cking on another n*gga ho because she fed up
I ran out of Wock', 'bout to pour this red up
He say I'm an opp, why the f*ck he ain't said nothin'?
Baby girl, call me back when I get my dreads a new retwist
I trap sh*t like Three 6
We the mafia, b*tch, 808, yeah, mafia
Yeah, you pop sh*t, but you ain't pop enough
These n*ggas old and popped
Can't tell you if I sold my soul or not, I forgot
Everybody tough and gangster 'til they get shot
One for the money, two for these thots
Three for these drugs, I'm havin' a lot
If a n*gga mug, I'ma up my Gen5
I'm fried, I'm not tired, I would've died if I lied
Put racks on, put the racks on that
Put a bag on it, put a tax on that
Camo flag, huh, gang sh*t
How you mourn? What you gon' do when that pain hit?
I been rockin', I been ravin', I been raging
She say she miss me, yeah, I miss the stage
Ain't no competition, all these n*ggas in the way
Ain't no competition, huh, I know I'm okay
I ain't pressed 'bout none of these n*ggas
I ain't stressed 'bout none of these b*tches
I been countin' up too much sh*t
[Chorus]
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
One for the money, two for the show
Three for these mad-ass, sad-ass hoes
She wanna go to Nobu, I bought her a 4 for $4
Fives in this b*tch, you know we bang that double-O
He ain't really on that, he just talking, he a troll
All my opps some hoes, all my opps getting exposed
Too much money on his head, he can't do sh*t 'cause he broke