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[Intro: Trigga500k]
(Reece, take 'em to church)
Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Trigga500k]
I buy LV trainers when I'm bored, me and my n*ggas on one accord
She tap my jack whenever you gone, it's safe to say that she ain't yours
This trap sh*t runnin' through my veins, know all the junkies know my name
I never go against the grain, I'm leavin' the same way that I came
I might go Brabus, kick the Wagon, I done fell in love with designer fashion
25K for a brick of flock, the smell be bustin' out the plastic
Money ain't change me 'cause I'm used to it, y'all n*ggas just started havin'
Gotta be rich to f*ck with me, broke hoes be comin' with too much baggage
Real is right, these n*ggas ain't havin' more, gotta keep that back door closed
I went yellow gold for the f*ck of it, this winter, I'm goin' froze
Can't f*ck with shawty if he told, hate tatter tellers with a passion
I was cut from a different cloth, n*gga, we are not the same fabric
Nah, for real

[Verse 2: Money Man]
Don't need no chain for validation, I'm blicked up in any situation
Black and white coupes like segregation, b*tch, don't listen, I'm separatin'
'Fore I tail out, lay it down on the sword, leave a b*tch-ass n*gga in the morgue
We the ones pullin' these n*ggas chords, we the ones buyin' out half the stores
Tyler, Virgil, I'm mix-collectin', expensive Vuitton I'm overdressin'
Tryna find buyers, I'm sellin' pressure
On the shrooms while my thoughts collectin'
On the yacht chillin', this sh*t ain't it in me, rather hit the gym and then go get fitted
Rather hit the gun store and cop a blick, come and shoot for the kid, come enlist
I ain't got time for none of these b*tches, I'm too busy, countin' these Ms
n*ggas be snakey, n*ggas be foul, so I cut off half my friends
Vision was blurry, I was a loo, then I went and Chrome Hearted my lens
Started trappin', made it happen, turned my Honda into a Benz
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none of these hoes, I'd rather go hustlin' count some 'cho
I don't give a f*ck 'bout none of these shows, I'd rather go up and serve some 'bows
b*tch can't tell a n*gga nothin', better let that ho go, n*ggas cuffin'
f*ckin' up my ozone, Zooties puffin'
You won't let that pole blow, n*ggas bluffin'
n*gga play, gon' get his face reconstructed
Bae, I'm gettin' money, so f*ck seduction
Ride around with that K, that Russian
n*ggas better wait, I don't like rushin' (Let's go)