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Load Management

 

Load Management

(album: Hardwood Classic - 2020)


Energy made this one
Made a reservation just to eat like a
15
I'm so fucking rich I'm a young rich

I been tryna figure out why my cup so dirty
Million-dollar wire tell em send it in a hurry
Anybody wearing dirty white ones make me worried
Walk through the mud in my Diors but see that's another story
Like a nigga dumb as hell I be throwing up a F
Imma hit her from the back and she gon' feel it in her chest
I just sent a prayer to god that they bring back the Tec
If they police wanna catch me they gon' have to get a 'vette
I told her if she love me she'll go buy me a jet
I told my bitch I love her I might go and kill her ex
I'm rich so I ain't gotta pull out when I'm having sex
I'm rich but I don't gotta pay her for this oral sex
I could turn the hoodrat bitch into a diva
Nigga this exotic I don't know about sativa
I feel like Jordan when he hit that game winner on Cleveland
I can still win MVP sitting out a season
1200 for these pants, it's bandanas in the split
Once we out lookin we ain't calling off the hit
I like my jewelry in the dark nigga cuz it still hit
That bust down Patek look gon' on my wrist
You can't sit at this table you can't even pay the tip
Your nigga mean to you but I heard that boy a bitch
Every gun in this car got another full clip
I be gettin real money, in my world you don't exist
If you ain't making money you ain't never making sense
She said she wanna fuck, she ain't even throw a hint
I'm a star player, you aing even worth the bench
600 for this belt, I just bought it for the print
I make a reservation just to eat like a king
15k on a super bowl ring
You don't know how to hustle you ain't never sold a thing
30 pairs of Amiris, used to be billy jean
Shoot a nigga in his face drop his jaw like "Scream"
I used to be broke, out punching TVs
It was nights I couldn't eat 'cause I loaded all my cheese
Thought that bitch turn into a million dollars for halloween
Yeah I collect cars got a dresser full of keys
My buffs all white with the rose gold seats
You is not franchise, you will never make the team
This an AMG Benz, it was made overseas
I got so many Monclers, it's like eenie-minie-moe
6 thousand dollar fit I'm just goin to the store
How you still laying with her and you knowing she a hoe?
I got some head from a groupie, I won't do that shit no more

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