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[Intro]
R-RXLVND
I'm goin' too fast (Yuh)
I'm bringin' in cash (Yuh)
Keep bringin' in cash (Yuh)
And I keep bringin' in racks (Yuh)
Yuh, yeah

[Verse]
Ay, my cars been gettin' too fast
My life been gettin' too fast
My life keep bringin' in cash
Played cards right, with the deck I had
[?]
I don't got time for the b*tch, my bad (My bad)
I don't got time for the hoe, my bad (My bad)
I get high, so I'm callin' her back
Way too high [?]
n*ggas gon' die if they drop my set
[?], deep as it gets
Close my eyes, might crash this whip
Xans might crash this whip
My [?], seat this b*tch
Ain't no cap, I be fly as a b*tch
[?] my bands, I don't try for this sh*t (Don't try)
Yuh
Don't know if she foolin', no I ain't sendin' no racks
I'm coolin', no I ain't textin' hoes back
She droolin', then I put di*k in her back (Yah)
I missed my flight out to Houston
I had way too much to jet lag
We still finna bring in that bag
I'm used to this I just don't know what happened
Yuh, uh
My b*tch she used to this I don't know why she actin'
[?], tryna get back in fashion
Bet shе come back if I post a lil' backend
[?] spinnin' down on this road, n*gga, I just spilt my cup
Ooh, I might be as finе as my b*tch (My b*tch)
All of my hoes just be bad as f*ck (f*ck)
These n*ggas ain't gettin' no money, these n*ggas be sad as f*ck
Yuh, this Dior bag fit with some hunnids'
You n*ggas ain't gettin' no bucks
It's DiorVsYou, bout' a hunnid on me, I'ma get you a [?]
Yeah, if it's DiorVsYou and yo' b*tch, n*gga, you done ran outta luck
(Ran outta luck)
30mg's, they blue, I might take two
Feel like a dream, or deja vu
I'm paranoid, so I move in groups
My lil' n*gga make no noise, man you might just lose sh*t
If you look wrong [?], there's a red dot on yo' medulla
And all of my n*ggas, they reckless
And I got too many hoes in my section
[?] in the club, they like, "How did you get in?"
[?], but yo' b*tch is my preference
[?]
Way too much lean, yeah that my preferred beverage
Pop me a bean, and get me some [?]
[?]
I take a whole 'nother route
Don't you see how I came out
Balenci' all over my house
[?] in her mouth
That n*gga broke, gotta figure it out
[?], gotta figure it out
This sh*t ain't no joke, [?]
All my old b*tches like "How?"
We not afraid, lettin' off rounds and shots
n*gga don't come around, they pop ya'
Yo' b*tch like how I sound, [?], and I bet her panties drop
[?], and I'm ridin' 'round in a drop
n*gga [?]
n*ggas sleepin' on couches
[?]
These n*ggas cuffin' the hoes, [?]
These n*ggas just like the [?], [?]
[?] have too much motion, but it don't [?]
n*gga I'm goin' too hard (Too hard)
Too hard
I'm goin' too hard (Too hard)