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[Intro]
(Damn billy, you're really out here last year no one knew your name, now everybody singing your sh*t? b*tch Ima flex til I die, turn the f*ck up)

[Billy Marchiafava] Verse 1

Yo b*tch she into me but I'm not into her yeah she be textin me but I'm ignoring her I don't got time now I flex and I know where you at b*tch I'm on a roll money unstoppable
b*tch Ima ball like I'm rondo (rondo), cruisin through the city and my eyes low (eyes low)
Come through flexing like Rambo
5 star b*tch got her dancing like Jlo
Aye Billy stay countin up pesos smoking that wax got me higher than a plane though
Giving out dabs to my haters and my old hoes moving up quick while I'm f*cking up the Ozone
Stay whippin right, got enough cream like I'm cookin pies
She just wanna f*ck cause I'm extra nice
Rollie on my wrist got me cold as ice
I know I'm the f*ckin man, she said she knows all my jams
3 phones 2 hoes 1 b*tch damn
I just can't stop countin bands..

[Nick Prosper] Verse 1

Ooh Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na, yuh, aye I been flyin since I went on hard, aye yuh
I hit the block, foreign b*tch with me when I jumped out the drop top
I got big Glocks, b*tch I'm sippin drip drops
Hit the f*ckin stone b*tch you know I need my way
Flexin all the time I know that you wish you could!
My diamonds wet like the shower, (yuh ok)
I pull the Glock and rob a coward (buit!)
I be flexin every hour (I been flexin every hour)
And with yo b*tch I'm smokin sour

[Billy Marchiafava] [Chorus]

I know I'm the f*ckin man she said she knows all my jams 3 phones 2 hoes 1 b*tch damn I just can't stop countin bands..

[Nick Prosper] [Chorus] Ooh Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na..