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Yeah, first song of 2018, you dig? Yeah, shout out my Alabama niggas Mattazik been boomin' off rip I'ma clean up like a maid, every day I'm gettin' paid My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade We was just thumbin' through cash And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid I can't be makin' no minimum wage Used to be broke now we all on the stage I'm this bitch with The Game Sixty whole racks for the chain They're singing my shit all in Spain Got off my ass and I made me a name Young nigga runnin' with mobsters We eatin' shrimp, steak, and lobster And we don't fuck with imposters I spend a rack on some joggers I'm in LA like a Dodger Bad bitches all on my roster Sippin' on lean, need a doctor I poured an eight in a bottle Pull up and hop out, I'm proper Christian Dior, no Prada Top of the year, I'm 'bout to hop on a Lear Letras de cancionesBend that ass over, I fuck from the rear Finna sleep in the air and I don't gotta steer Broke with no money, you cannot get near Sipping on lean, I'm not drinking no beer I talk about hundreds, I don't want to hear I'm tryna stack up a milly and grind Been working so hard, I know it's my time They do not want me to shine, I gotta keep me a nine I can't be wasting my time, I gotta get it, I grind for what's mine I can't be pouring up lines, I buy me a pint every time they come 'round Keep it flat like I'm Santana, pour up a deuce in a Fanta Ballin' on niggas with handles Fresh as a bitch for the cameras I'ma clean up like a maid, every day I'm gettin' paid My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade We was just thumbin' through cash And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid I can't be makin' no minimum wage Used to be broke now we all on the stage Yeah, runnin' up the cars, them hood fights in the park Hotboxin' it get dark nigga, can't post his picture, he done robbed nigga I'm standing all on stage nigga, dub a show gettin' paid nigga Do that shit like every day, that's a hundred forty every week My trap house on peak, my lil homies gon' sleep [?] 'partment on Spark Street, so you know we pulled up deep Lil homie on the X pill, runnin' 'round on percocets and he geeked And he keep draco on the sheet, he just want to rock a young nigga sleep Paid for her to get an abortion, I made her treat me important I been ridin' around in Porsches, I'm addicted to lean, I keep pourin' it They didn't let me get in, now I'm going in Get my money together, it's flowing in Get my army together, we going in I was good for this shit, I was sworn in Free throw line, I'ma hit mine Sit on recline, me and G5 On the top of the clouds, me and Fadey On a private jet, nigga we made it When the people see me they go crazy Got these bankrolls on me, I ain't changing I'ma clean up like a maid, every day I'm gettin' paid My bitch say I'm stuck in my ways, young nigga sharp as a blade We was just thumbin' through cash And runnin' through bags, young nigga gotta get paid I can't be makin' no minimum wage Used to be broke now we all on the stage From Letras Mania