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30, you a fool for this one

I think you tried to play me now
I think you tried to play me now
Fuck, I don't really tell you shit
But I got mad shit to tell you now
Couple racks on some petty shit
For a bag she gon' do it all, ooh
She get blind on some petty shit
Talk about what she don't do no more
You know girl you really do the most
You just wanna run around with your girls and talk about how I run around with the bros
When I already know how this shit goes, yeah
Think I'm addicted to the money, ooh
I ain't saying that it's true but I do
Ooh, yeah
Like na, na, na, na
And I swear to God
Any nigga try to touch my chain gon' die
50 shots like ra, ra, ra
And they won't ever catch me lacking
Yeah a Bronx nigga came with a ratchet
9 bands on a Gucci jacket
But my heart so cold this shit feel like plastic
I can tell you a little something 'bout some trap shit
But you don't wanna go there [?]
I can tell you man you still a savage
I can tell you really good at acting
I know you want the one who run it up, ooh
I can tell you when you still [?], ooh
And you told me you still looking for love, ooh
I can't lie, at first I wanted to fuck you
Look, I can't lie, at first I wanted to fuck you
I told you to hit me I was like, "come through"
I probably bought everything at Louis Vuttion, ooh
I got the bag, got the hoodies, I got the duffels
Money can't make that nigga
Money don't make that nigga, don't hate that nigga
If I pull up in a Maybach, nigga
Please don't hate that, nigga

And they won't ever catch me lacking
Yeah a Bronx nigga came with a ratchet
9 bands on a Gucci jacket
But my heart so cold this shit feel like plastic
I can tell you a little something 'bout some trap shit
But you don't wanna go there [?]
I can tell you man you still a savage
I can tell you really good at acting

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