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I know they mad, these niggas livid I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid No point intended, I just made a quarter milly Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid I'm poppin' shit, I got 'em mad, these niggas livid No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it Came from trappin', nigga having like I'm scammin' My bitch so classy, ass so fat don't need no panties The plug didn't show no love, we ran off, he was taxin' I fuck her on the floor, I put racks in that mattress And my bitch a diva, ayy She bad like a cheetah, ayy And she mad I just beat her, ayy In that pussy Ike Tina, ayy Came from whipping up Tina, ayy Get you pressed like a Kleenix, ayy They dig my demeanor, hey My bitch got a bag, come from Birkins These ain't tinted lil nigga, these curtains I ain't fuck with you when I was hurting Letras de cancionesSo I don't fuck with you when I be splurging Where the fuck was you when I was lurking? Could've been doing numbers like jersey Got my feet on they neck, show no mercy Bitch don't tell me my shirt made in Persian Sorry no, sorry no apology She give me head like she knowledge me I know my mama so proud of me I am so fly like a pilot be Bitch turned me to a savage Shoes came handcrafted AMG, 4Matic No point intended, I just made a quarter milly Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid I'm poppin' shit, I got 'em mad, these niggas livid No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it Soon as I open my eyes I'm going to get it This money keep calling Went to sleep in the trap house, woke up in a new foreign Shows coming in back to back, swear to god it feel like I'm tourin' Label keep trying to get at me, I don't answer, I just ignore them Dripping on them niggas on a daily basis Givenchy laces, Tom Ford specs R-E-S-P-E-C-T me, I'ma die for my respect I'm a young OG, from the streets I been going crazy in Givenchy, I been poppin' Yesterday we had a full shoot out in the 'partments The police say they know what I be doing, they can't stop it I told 'em I'm a rapper, ain't no trappin', I'm an artist Hundred racks stuffed inside these Balmain denims Screaming free all of my dawgs If they get jammed I come and get 'em Some of this shit I can't believe, I be like look at me Man this shit was just a dream, now I get twenty racks to speak No point intended, I just made a quarter milly Invested in me, shit I worked so hard to get it Got tunnel vision, they won't knock me off my pivot They penny pinching, I can tell they barely getting it I know they envy, I can see that shit so vivid I'm poppin' shit, I got 'em mad, these niggas livid No dish detergent, they so washed up like some dishes Don't guess they pretty, I'ma wake up and go get it From Letras Mania