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I
swear if you muthafuckas knew better, you'd do better. On God, nigga! Y'all niggas swear you fly, you a
muthafucking lie, got dammit! Bitch ass niggas know it, though. Ain't nobody seeing BIA, I
don't give a
fuck who it is. Sia, Lia, Ria, Cria, whatever nigga. Ain't nobody seeing her! I
put a
bag on that shit! Fuck ya! A
bag, hoe! You can't even get that! Lil weak ass. Get back, lil bitch. Get back! Cardo still trapping off a
iPad Screen dead broke, we could see though Why you still checking on my bag? Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes Old hoes biting on my swag Still nobody I'd rather be though Say you been moving them bricks, still claiming you the
shit, Like yeah nigga we know Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!) Hoe, I
got grown women They feeling like mini-me's? Hoe, I
got my homegirls That turned into frienemies Don't fuck with' my badside Don't fuck up my energy They can't buy no opinions Can't cash checks with the
jealousy Bitch, I
feel like Brady Been fighting the
odds 'cause they hate me Someone tell 'em that I
won Someone tell 'em I'm the
one Someone tell 'em they should thank me Aye Gucci down, Gucci down Only time I'm feeling snakey Wipe me down, wipe me down Bitch, I'm wavy like in the
navy Say she don't go both ways, but a
bitch'll go gay for Rihanna Yellow diamonds all on my arm, got me feeling like Grey Poupon In the
Wraith in my yard Only place I
see stars (Aye) On the
run from the
law The
only way I'm at large Cardo still trapping off a
iPad Screen dead broke, we could see though Why you still checking on my bag? Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes Old hoes biting on my swag Still nobody I'd rather be though Say you been moving them bricks, still claiming you the
shit, Like yeah nigga we know Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!) Boy you ain't no goal for me You not in my pedigree So I
cannot fuck with' ya We ain't got the
chemistry 'Cause you just a
broke boy I
laugh in the
bank like a
parody How you look fake as yo diamonds? I
can see just by the
clarity I'd rather be rich than famous Til they knowing what my name is Christian, Chanel is my fragrance Blowing money, could you blame us? Still ain't never ever change up Never ever let my reign up 6
rings on my fingers Running LA like a
Laker (Sheesh!) Cardo still trapping off a
iPad Screen dead broke, we could see though Why you still checking on my bag? Keep ya eyes on ya own C-Notes Old hoes biting on my swag Still nobody I'd rather be though Say you been moving them bricks, still claiming you the
shit, Like yeah nigga we know Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!) Fuck with' me (Aye!)
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