| Blowin' this money like Callum |
| Tell a ho that I got scammers |
| Sellin' trees to the whole Atlanta |
| Takin' this shit, I'm a bandit |
| Bank account huge, gigantic |
| Ice on me like Titanic |
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| Countin' this paper, numeric |
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| Rollin' this shit just ain't my speed |
| That's why I make millions sellin' these trees |
| Thick bitch with me and her hair got beads |
| Pear-shaped diamonds just cover my sleeve |
| Feet sit on leather, padded with it |
| What's the hold up? Get money, go get it |
| Pounds in the U-Haul, ridin' through Texas |
| Bad bitch blowin' my phone, no textin' |
| Hit a bad bitch, after that, I'm restin' |
| Hit the club, pretty tings all in my section |
| Get money all year, fuck a recession |
| Talk shit 'bout me, nigga, you projectin' |
| FN Five-seveN, well protected |
| Hunnid-ten karats all over my necklace |
| Finna hit the East, yeah, the 68 exit |
| Big-boy emeralds, hand set |
| Lil'-bitty chopper, hand held |
| Hit it from the back, grab her pony tail |
| I was locked up, readin' fan mail |
| Police pull up on me, I'm a goner |
| Low-key trappin' in a Honda |
| Eight million dollars, sellin' ganja |
| Big player, got hella firearms |
| Nigga ain't never shot legs off |
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| Blowin' this money like Callum |
| Tell a ho that I got scammers |
| Sellin' trees to the whole Atlanta |
| Takin' this shit, I'm a bandit |
| Bank account huge, gigantic |
| Ice on me like Titanic |
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| Countin' this paper, numeric |
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| Workin' on countin' these loads |
| Street nigga, I don't really post |
| Pourin' up, nigga, let's toast |
| Now I feel like, nigga, this an oath |
| Clientele still buy smoke |
| Rockin' ice, I ain't never been woke |
| Hellcat came with the heels on it |
| House in the 'burbs, got plants growin' |
| Ain't gotta pay no fee |
| Them young niggas slide for free |
| Bank account got like ten digits |
| Rich nigga, pull up in a Benz spinnin' |
| Fuck wrong with you? Nigga, go and get a foreign |
| Made half a million on a thirty-day run |
| Take a nigga out, just feedin' my son |
| So many bitches, it's a twenty-v-one |
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| Blowin' this money like Callum |
| Tell a ho that I got scammers |
| Sellin' trees to the whole Atlanta |
| Takin' this shit, I'm a bandit |
| Bank account huge, gigantic |
| Ice on me like Titanic |
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| Countin' this paper, numeric |
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