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Find me in the bay, find me in the bay Made 20k spent it all today No time for a hater go that way I'm the biggest thing since Mac Dre Same afro same mojo All that dough you don't throw, Tony Romo Everyday shine, everyday grind fool You can tell it's mine by the baseline fool Put my city put my city put my city on You wanna hear about my closet I need 50 songs Product of the hustle and hard work Art work, tell these niggas freeze like fosters Impostors, fake rappers they need Oscars Check the roster, white collar money from concerts Money bonkers Started from the bottom but ended up in her tonsils We ain't playing with you squares this ain't a console Noooo, I don't got a Plan B I'm full time understand me I'm on the grind understand me Count the money split it up with my family And that's all I don't got a Plan B I'm full time understand me I'm on the grind understand me Letras de cancionesCount the money split it up with the family And that's all Losing ain't an option When you see me I'm thinking green Probably with the team, probably with your main Ya mean, money in my balmains, everyday styling I do magic city I don't do the little darlings Daddy to these rappers they my offspring All I do is gas, 91 octane Riding in the fast lane catch me if you can See a hundred grand, do the running man Straight to it direct, all I do is finesse Fresh dress to the death of the me Cook it up got the recipe Yes indeed I be extra clean Kill the beat may it rest in peace Everyday I ball but they ain't seeing me or catching me I believe that I'm fly, I believe that I'm high Smoke sativa's until I got parentheses for my eyes Understand that I'm trill, never needed to lie HBK be the gang, I'ma hold it down until I die Noooo, I don't got a Plan B I'm full time understand me I'm on the grind understand me Count the money split it up with my family And that's all I don't got a Plan B I'm full time understand me I'm on the grind understand me Count the money split it up with the family And that's all 20-1-4 and beyond making a statement I'm losing patience, and I'm ready to make replacements Been trying to fill that position for ages On this rampage since Nelly wore a bandaid I'm out here, nigga this our year, we full throttle Full time, call the me rap American Idol 23 like Michael before the 45 in the finals Let me get on top of shit, I heard they wanted confidence Lord knows, I'm about to blow and it's not because of my wardrobe But I'm fly as hell so I might as well Can't you tell I'm ready for action without the talking Sold out shows tour the world until I'm exhausted Roger that, on stage smoking bringing the knowledge back You want some hits well that ain't shit we got a lot of that He from the desert with the flavor and the effort If I fail my Plan B it's to do Plan A better Noooo, I don't got a Plan B I'm full time understand me I'm on the grind understand me Count the money split it up with my family And that's all I don't got a Plan B I'm full time understand me I'm on the grind understand me Count the money split it up with the family And that's all From Letras Mania