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Lookin' for my mans, love findin' my mans Spend a hundred grand, that's a fuckin' hundred bands He lookin' at me, he 'bout to get blocked Blocked like the guy who think he mine, but free not Fuck boy shoot his shot, he gettin' blocked like Mutombo Spend a hundred bands I fuck it up just for fun though (Bitch) Swervin' in the Benz, lil' bitch get a band All my bitches, they on ten, and you know they badass tens F&N with the big dick, big clip Got shooters on click click, won't miss (Nope) Brown paper bag and it's filled with them rubber bands (Cash) I ain't sweatin' no nigga, I be coolin' like a fan (Burr) Back that on me, keep your distance on me, she could wait for love You're so foolish, you a fool, you really thought she gave a fuck You're so foolish, you-you a fool, you really thought, fuck In the field, no not NFL (Nah) Chopper get to drummin' like some hi-hats on FL (Bitch) Watch the Washingtons while I'm chiefin' on an L (Gas) Servin' all these loads, I'ma need a bigger scale (I'ma need a nigga scale) All this bread, no jelly (Nope), pull off in a Chevy (Skrrt) I'ma go get it bitch, fetti flowin' steady Always ready for the plot, still pourin' straight drop No lease, all bought, lil' dummy, what you thought? (Huh? Huh?) Back that on me, keep your distance on me, she could wait for love You're so foolish, you a fool, you really thought she gave a fuck You're so foolish, you-you a fool, you really thought, fuck From Letras Mania