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From The D To The A (Remix)

 

From The D To The A (Remix)


Fuck the ops, run a lil hoe out her socks
I got money like I'm trapping, but I been left the block though
Bitches hear I'm laying where they stay
Now they scared, wanna lock doors, running up this place
I ain't worried bout no mad hoes, I ain't worried bout no hoe
All these brands wanna give me checks, I put something on it 50 bands, not a penny less
Why you bitches penniless, you rode a Bentley yet?
You still riding coach now bitch, I'm on the private jet

Down with the win now I'm getting to it
Got deals on the line (pssh!) bitch you stupid 600 hundreds, what's that 60 bands?
Keep adding up now this knot can't fit in my hands
You cannot relate, I been eating good
You can't find a plate
Talking shit off in my comments
But my bank account is straight
Somebody tell these hoes to get a life
I'm on my spend whatever shit
So I don't pay attention to the price

Like, ten bands, fifty bands got all kind of dough
Garage feeling haunted ain't no spirits I just copped a ghost
Hair stand up on my arm cause my wrist cold
Take my Rollie off before the fame make that bitch fold
Sit these hoes pockets just for talking reckless
She a finesse, easy for her to cop a check bitch
Smack her down then it's over, yeah that neck done
Lesson learned, now to tell your friends, I'm not the one
I was 6 figure rich now, I'm 7 up
Broke hoe, your record deal worth 11 bucks

You scared while I'm in town
Here's the addy, you should pop up
Spend the money like I never lift the peddle up
Got popped for blowing gas after court
People tryna violate me so I keep my convo short
I don't know you hoes, I ain't tryna hang with ya
I'm just tryn get these bands
Ain't here to play no games with ya
Tats in my skin, racks in my purse
He was talking down, I made his girl put it in reverse

Dealing with probation, got no life
And shit it could be worse
5 lawyers handling my case, it keep me free to work
My ex bestie leaked my number and my addy sharing info with the courts
Tryna partner with my daddy
But I'm still roaming free bitch when you see me bitch don't dap me
Or I'll be running on your heels
You better run it like a track meet

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