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(Wheezy outta here)

She send a sad emoji when I f*ck and leave, she say I treat her like a slut
Bae, I can't come to your condo, can't fit in no parking garage in this big ass truck
If it was once then it might've been luck, if I did it two times then it stand for somethin'
All my niggas say I'm f*ckin' the game up with all of these bitches, I'm playin' too much
I'm gettin' a lot of money, I ain't trippin'
If I ain't popped the seal, I ain't sippin'
I paint my Wagon blue, I'm still Crippin'
Hope you know I remember, I ain't forgetful
Give her the world, and she gon' still come to me
Oh, you ain't heard? I'm unf*ckinwitable
Boy, you a wankster, you ain't even lit enough
I don't got no involvement but they hit 'em up
Three mill' a year what my artists make minimum
Look at me, I done built me a business up
Baby JAY-Z, I run me a billi' up
Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up
It's like ten of us with a Richard Mille
We be turning shit up, you should f*ck with us
You can't name a young crew that can f*ck with us
Any category we'll f*ck 'em up
From the cars, the jewels, the titles, the deeds, the streets, the beef
Whatever, they know it's us
I'm 4 Pockets, I pop out with OTF
We gon' be at the top, you can meet us there
I'm tryna motivate the hood to do better
I lost my coat, and I had to wear two sweaters
I ain't been rich all my life, don't be fool
I sold them nicks and them dimes at the school
Been a lil' player, knew I was gon' be the one, I'm buyin' all the pretty girls lunch
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem when in fifth grade I got kicked out for hunchin'
We follow all of the opps on our Finsta
Soon as they post a location, we flip 'em
My niggas takers, I ain't talkin' pictures
They be on bullshit, I can't take 'em with me
Shit ain't all bread and butter, I come from the gutter
Sat in prison a couple of years
I got my shit together, some investment partners
Now I own me a couple of million

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it
I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it

I done f*ck too many bitches
I only gave one of 'em money, she might want a belly or somethin'
A real one, I still gave her hips even though she was f*ckin' on Gunna
I done gave lawyers to niggas who really be dissin'
But f*ck it, them niggas gon' tell if it's f*ck 'em
And it's some bitches I'm hittin', I'm thinkin' I'm lit, but in reality I can't duck 'em
Check my net worth, hundred-fifty cash on the pay worth, Google better change my net worth
I paid three-million cash for all the cars I got, pink slip come through the mail though
I done spent money in all the stores, I need to call Dior
I been 300 before he was claimin' 300, I could've signed Lyor
Rappers slick, tryna pull up to my sessions, they tryna find they whores
Bronem takin' every Glock they see, what is we buyin' them for?
He say he be hangin' with murderers, I'm with the murderers, so niggas is not who you think
Niggas be plottin' and takin' off shit that you rockin' as soon as you niggas can blink
(You not from the mud) if you ain't wash up in the sink
(You not from the mud) if you ain't grow up with a link
It's Only The Family, f*ck what you believe, shit, free Lil Steve
I heard niggas say I couldn't come on my block, shit, this shit on my sleeve
I f*ck one bitch everybody wanna f*ck, had that ho on her knees
I f*ck with all the gangsters, and we locked in with the T's

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it
I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it
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(Wheezy outta here)

She send a sad emoji when I f*ck and leave, she say I treat her like a slut
Bae, I can't come to your condo, can't fit in no parking garage in this big ass truck
If it was once then it might've been luck, if I did it two times then it stand for somethin'
All my niggas say I'm f*ckin' the game up with all of these bitches, I'm playin' too much
I'm gettin' a lot of money, I ain't trippin'
If I ain't popped the seal, I ain't sippin'
I paint my Wagon blue, I'm still Crippin'
Hope you know I remember, I ain't forgetful
Give her the world, and she gon' still come to me
Oh, you ain't heard? I'm unf*ckinwitable
Boy, you a wankster, you ain't even lit enough
I don't got no involvement but they hit 'em up
Three mill' a year what my artists make minimum
Look at me, I done built me a business up
Baby JAY-Z, I run me a billi' up
Gave her seventy-five hundred, her titties up
It's like ten of us with a Richard Mille
We be turning shit up, you should f*ck with us
You can't name a young crew that can f*ck with us
Any category we'll f*ck 'em up
From the cars, the jewels, the titles, the deeds, the streets, the beef
Whatever, they know it's us
I'm 4 Pockets, I pop out with OTF
We gon' be at the top, you can meet us there
I'm tryna motivate the hood to do better
I lost my coat, and I had to wear two sweaters
I ain't been rich all my life, don't be fool
I sold them nicks and them dimes at the school
Been a lil' player, knew I was gon' be the one, I'm buyin' all the pretty girls lunch
My mama been knew I was gon' be a problem when in fifth grade I got kicked out for hunchin'
We follow all of the opps on our Finsta
Soon as they post a location, we flip 'em
My niggas takers, I ain't talkin' pictures
They be on bullshit, I can't take 'em with me
Shit ain't all bread and butter, I come from the gutter
Sat in prison a couple of years
I got my shit together, some investment partners
Now I own me a couple of million

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it
I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it

I done f*ck too many bitches
I only gave one of 'em money, she might want a belly or somethin'
A real one, I still gave her hips even though she was f*ckin' on Gunna
I done gave lawyers to niggas who really be dissin'
But f*ck it, them niggas gon' tell if it's f*ck 'em
And it's some bitches I'm hittin', I'm thinkin' I'm lit, but in reality I can't duck 'em
Check my net worth, hundred-fifty cash on the pay worth, Google better change my net worth
I paid three-million cash for all the cars I got, pink slip come through the mail though
I done spent money in all the stores, I need to call Dior
I been 300 before he was claimin' 300, I could've signed Lyor
Rappers slick, tryna pull up to my sessions, they tryna find they whores
Bronem takin' every Glock they see, what is we buyin' them for?
He say he be hangin' with murderers, I'm with the murderers, so niggas is not who you think
Niggas be plottin' and takin' off shit that you rockin' as soon as you niggas can blink
(You not from the mud) if you ain't wash up in the sink
(You not from the mud) if you ain't grow up with a link
It's Only The Family, f*ck what you believe, shit, free Lil Steve
I heard niggas say I couldn't come on my block, shit, this shit on my sleeve
I f*ck one bitch everybody wanna f*ck, had that ho on her knees
I f*ck with all the gangsters, and we locked in with the T's

I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it
I really paid all cash for that (that's cash), nigga, that's facts
I don't really care, they can stay mad (they mad), nigga, I'm good (I'm good)
All my hitters gon' stay with a bag (stay with a bag), they know how to jugg (jugg)
Everybody gettin' straight to it, everybody come from the hood, everybody ain't gon' do it
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Writer: Dominique Jones, Durk D. Banks, Wesley Tyler Glass, Simarpreet Singh Bahia
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave

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