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Made forty thousand of the tape, and it wasn't shit Can't keep track of what I make, it keep comin' in Don't go spending more than you make, boy that's dumb as shit Making sure all them bills paid, in my momma crib As long as she straight, I'm okay in my life If she don't trust you, I'm bustin' this k for her life I'm whippin' these x's man, I used to be stealing bikes I used to fraud, I don't really give a fuck if it was right [?] bout' them racks, and I always did this on my life My mom used to question if she even raised me right Got the bans in the front, with chanel she was stuntin' New coupe go skrrt, [?] Got bags in the mall, only making withdrawals This sprite ain't clean, x's go vroom vroom vroom I used to depend on a laptop, I used to sit back in the backdrop Don't wait on me I'm a Nascar, mama got them bans mhm, need a fast one I don't weigh this on my niggas just to get a turn Seen some niggas bite the swag, they know I made it first I'm Georgia grown, dirty bird Play it safe, touch the rest gone get you heard They fear the kid, I'm getting heard My mama said she proud of me I made it work Jumped off that Porsche, I went straight north My teachers talked shit, now I make more Got a brand new X6, it's paid for You could try my bitch cuz' she ain't going Letras de canciones (They fear the kid, I'm getting heard) (My mama said she proud of me I made it work) (Jumped out that Porsche, I went straight north) (My teachers talked shit, now I make more) (Got a brand new X6, it's paid for) (You could try my bitch cuz' she ain't going) From Letras Mania