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While workin' with them bands, all them bitches be on top of me The haters never stoppin' me, the police right behind a G I can't stop at the light 'cause if I do, then it's a robbery A felon, but the difference is they never even caught a G, I'm rich Bitch with no hands, do the splits You freak and I know, tell your mans he can dip, now strip Benji's, I love the blue strips If your reach for my chain, this Glock get you lit, I trip Now who trippin'? Nobody We sippin' this wocky, your bitch think I'm cocky, I'm it I don't even havе to brag 'cause I never rеally had shit and now I'm in a Jag, on God From Letras Mania