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Federal, Federal, Federal Three times, ugh Yeah, yeah You already know when I get in that muh' it's over Can I be real? Can I vent? I got some niggas tryna test my gangster like I ain't built for this shit I got different bitches texting my phone talkin' 'bout time we ain't spent I went and bought my mama a new phone for times we couldn't pay the rent If I get caught with this dope and this gun, you know how much time I'ma get? I'm on some Federal shit I'm rollin' the weed and poppin' the beans so I'm on some medical shit She playin' with the pusssy, won't give it to me Say she on some celibate shit The same ho fuckin' the city Man she on some playin' innocent shit Heard they gon' take my chain, word of mouth Since I got fame niggas feelin' left out You wanna try but you know what I'm 'bout I'm with the gang, they gon' air this bitch out, hey You niggas can be sittin' right in my face And you still couldn't see me I drop a four and then pour me an eight All you see is drank when I pee-pee I'm rockin' a quarter milly worth of jewelry These diamonds they shinin', they VV Letras de cancionesI got your bitch in the bathroom Open, we fuckin' like Nico and Mimi I went hard with it Way that I beat it up, I could catch me a DV Them hitters'll shake your spot right now If I point my finger like I'm ET I ain't gon' lie, I'm addicted, I'm sprung I put that Act in the Figi I'm smokin' anthrax, my swag to the max I'm young and fly, no DC Niggas ain't gettin' money so they target MoneyBagg, yeah Bitches in they feelings 'cause I left 'em in the past, yeah I'm draped in designer, one thing you can't buy is swag, yeah Ain't talkin' 'bout no sprint but I ran up that money fast, yeah My niggas like that crash money Just secure that bag money Fifty on the Glock, if you run up then you a crash dummy I wake up and blow a bag Just spent two stacks on sneakers Smoking loud on speakers Countin' money, yeah I'm 'bout the cheese, velveeta She like Bagg you trifflin' 'Cause I asked her bring her head in this two seater She tryna hang, tossed her with the whole gang Put her in a half like the meter, hey They say I got ghost writers Niggas come up with anything, shit pitiful Hold up, you lookin' at the superior The chopper knock out his interior I'm tryna get me some extras I was fucked up, had the stretcher I know these niggas ain't straight at all I just play chess, not checkers Pop a pill then I sip on some yellow Now I'm scratching like I got eczema I was fucked down, had to get back She fuck my nigga for some get back Nigga textin' where his bitch at To my number, how he get that? All the people didn't wan' fuck with me then I made them regret that Nike, I'm like where the check at? Keep grindin' nigga, bet that From Letras Mania