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(jackpott) Pull up in that red Jag' like tomato soup Told her, "I got jet lag," top me in the coupe [?] if it's a problem, I can go and call a truce Left this shit on fire, all this smoke inside your booth All I see is red, all my friends are dead I'm sorry, I'm high, didn't hear what you said They don't know the code, I don't know these hoes I'm tryna get so rich, they think I sold my soul He got some money and I got some money but it's not the same when double the profits Thought you was really that nigga, but bitches is [?] your pockets Big glocky, it's holding like thirty, got bullets for еasin' your [?] I told her I wasn't gon' do what I did, didn't know how to stop it [?] How you not tired of bein' brokе? I had to get me some money I had to get up the funds, yeah I gotta earn these funds, yeah [?] makin' racks for lunch, yeah From Letras Mania