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Phew
Got my ice on, nigga
Phew, how I do it
Hmm, yeah
(Zillo)

They like, "How you comin'"? I ain't got you a check, like bitch, you too worried 'bout me
Fuck them niggas, got rich and I beat the odds, like I ain't the one you should worry 'bout
Sipping raw, pissing codeine and Percocet, PO said I got drug problems
All them playing games, I ain't doing no diss songs, choppa knock all the words out him
Saying prayers, starting to feel like I'm hunted, in the Ghost counting dead pres'
Neck hurting, my ice might just eat the pain, hard to smile, but I shed tears
Since I'm on, got to make sure my niggas straight, we been working for twelve years
Digging graves, same ones we was trapping in, ran it up, got the bands hid
I been counting one hand, finger, how many people was there when I need 'em?
Never turned pussy, we pledging allegiance, like fuck who you run with, I be with them tweakers, on God
Niggas be playing two sides, got my position, just playing my cards
Fuck all that talking, we playing with rods
Send that boy way to malls, he playing with us, nigga
Can't show us, we ain't the promoters, playing my song, I'ma rain 'til it's over
Niggas be hating, it ain't never new, got Uris on eight points, drink with the shofar
Hope B coming home, I pray they parole him
Shit looking closer, can't wait 'til it's over
Stay in yo' lane, ain't playing no games
Go tell them fuck niggas go play with controllers

Nigga getting richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm getting richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm getting richer, and richer, and richer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm getting richer, and richer, and richer (Oh)
Stick to the code, I ain't cuffing no bitch (Mm-mm)
Niggas be hoes, they turn into witness (Phew, yeah)
Stand on my own, ain't trusting no nigga
Show them boys how to get it, we done turned up the city, nigga

Money and power, respect
Forty's and choppas, just fly a Patek
Bust down a dweller, them diamonds VS, so it's nothing but water run down on my neck
Three hundred 'bows fly on a jet, bought a new Rolls and ride through the 'jects
Niggas be capping like they really stepping, really walking shit down just for the neck, yeah
Lambo', Offsets, Forgi's
Rich nigga love sex, forty
Pills stuffing, boss bitch, shorty
.30 hanging out, big forty
Audermar, Rolls Gold, frosty
Deep dish stackers on the Audi
Fetty, wap, gotta hit the "Dog me"
Fifty racks just to hit parties
I'm really having my way, got three 300k, had a hell of a day
Right off the road, run up a check and got froze, a prone, got racks on the Wraith, nigga
Niggas be hoes in disguise, oh, he gon' tell? It's all in his eyes
Reach for the chain, you know we going, we turn his old bitch to the Fourth Of July

I'm getting richer, and richer, and richer
I'm getting richer, and richer, and richer
I'm getting richer, and richer, and richer
I'm getting richer, and richer, and richer
Stick to the code, I ain't cuffing no bitch
Niggas be hoes, they turn into witness
Stand on my own, ain't trusting no nigga
I'm getting richer, and richer, and richer, nigga

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