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[ Hook ] They ain't really fuckin with me They be showing fake love They jus wanna turn up with me They jus wanna hit the club They ain't really with a nigga They jus wanna smoke my weed They jus wanna take a picture They jus wanna drink my lean I be on that money shit nigga this the money team I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs Once them crackas let me out Letras de cancionesI got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet [Verse One] And I'm still finessing I be flexing nigga you know me I ain't talking cereal nooooo I got that loop on me All my niggas on them beans We higher than Pluto be We can't hit no licks Cause if them crackas get you you gone sing If It come down to it i know what you gone do So homie I ain't tryna take no chances tryna fuck with you Oh my god that's Kodak black he jus so fuckn cute They know they can't see lil black Nigga I'm that fucking dude I will pull up on a nigga block and have a photo shoot They jus wanna hit the club with me and hit the photo booth [Hook] They ain't really fuckin with me They be showing fake love They jus wanna turn up with me They jus wanna hit the club They ain't really with a nigga They jus wanna smoke my weed They jus wanna take a picture They jus wanna drink my lean I be on that money shit nigga this the money team I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs Once them crackas let me out I got right back on my feet [Verse 2] They jus wanna hit the scene with me and get on Instagram I remember eating boyardee But now I'm eating shrimp He jus wanna get a name off me Ion fuck with him They jus wanna get some fame off me Ion fuck with them Why your girl be on my Twitter Swear I'm bout to block the bitch I won't let her touch a nigga She can't even suck my dick I jus wanna change my life I jus hope I get a deal I jus wanna cash out on a check And buy my mamma a crib [Hook] They ain't really fuckin with me They be showing fake love They jus wanna turn up with me They jus wanna hit the club They ain't really with a nigga They jus wanna smoke my weed They jus wanna take a picture They jus wanna drink my lean I be on that money shit nigga this the money team I be on that junky shit nigga Ima money fiend I was locked up in Virginia cause I hit for 30 Gs Once them crackas let me out I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet I got right back on my feet From Letras Mania