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      I got it on smash
      They know I got cash,
      I ain't gotta brag no more
      (Woo, woo, woo, what?)
      I play with the money,
      I just might go snatch the Ghost
      (I just might go snatch the Ghost)
      I run through the check,
      But fuck it, the bag is close
      (Bag is close)
      I don't want the bitch,
      But fuck it, I had the ho
      (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
      I made a hundred thousand
      In the same clothes
      (Same clothes)
      I drop a whole quarter,
      Now my neck froze (Neck froze, ice)
      Rich Forever,
      Put my team on (My team on)
      Think I'm still trappin',
      I got four phones
      Niggas is cap for real
      Ain't seen a half a mill
      My bitch ass thick
      So real (So real)
      I was trappin' to
      Pay the bills (Woo)
      Money long need to
      Pick-up truck (Pick-up-trunk)
      Lotta hundreds
      You can't pick 'em up
      Gotta make sure
      My niggas rich (Rich)
      In the Tesla but
      I had to switch
      Niggas fraud,
      Really counterfeit
      (Counterfeit)
      Flip her over then
      She do a split
      They was lying but
      I'm really rich
      She be lying you
      Can't trust the bitch
      Want the money yeah
      The check that's it
      (That's it)
      Rubber bands all
      Around my wrist
      Broke niggas they
      Ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Shit)
      I was broke, had to
      Hit that lick (Lick)
      I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith,
      I just might go snatch the Ghost
      I'm all into Forbes
      I ain't gotta brag no more
      (Ain't gotta brag)
      She give me top
      At the red light (Red light)
      She get a bag if the head right
      Cuban links nigga iced out
      Pinky ring that's a lighthouse
      They know I got cash,
      I ain't gotta brag no more
      (Woo, woo, woo, what?)
      I play with the money,
      I just might go snatch the Ghost
      (I just might go snatch the Ghost)
      I run through the check,
      But fuck it,
      The bag is close (Bag is close)
      I don't want the bitch,
      But fuck it,
      I had the ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
      I made a hundred thousand
      In the same clothes
      (Same clothes)
      I drop a whole quarter,
      Now my neck froze
      (Neck froze, ice)
      Rich Forever,
      Put my team on (My team on)
      Think I'm still trappin',
      I got four phones
      Nigga the block is hot (Hot)
      My niggas they trap a lot (Trap)
      My bitch got the ass out (Ass out)
      Fuck her, she tap out
      My money don't max out
      (Max out)
      What is the cap about?
      These niggas they cap a lot
      I'm dropping the top on spot
      She ain't tryna fuck,
      Then she get kicked out
      Niggas keep talkin'
      They gon' get x-ed out
      Mama said don't have
      My house trapped out
      Got a little foreign,
      'Bout to blow the back out
      Too many shows, packed-out
      He keep talkin'
      He can bring the racks out
      New Lamb, now I'm
      About to back out
      Want a Porsche
      But that shit was sold out
      Run a lil check,
      There's no more relaxin'
      I brought the Rich,
      You bought the Rollie
      Bitch probably lyin',
      Said she don't know me
      I wanna ball like
      Better than Kobe
      100 racks, blue cheese
      That's on me
      We ain't friends,
      No you're not my homie
      Rich Forever we got tall racks
      Broke bitch better fall back (Lil bitch)
      They know I got cash,
      I ain't gotta brag no more
      (Woo, woo, woo, what?)
      I play with the money,
      I just might go snatch the Ghost
      (I just might go snatch the Ghost)
      I run through the check, but fuck it,
      The bag is close (Bag is close)
      I don't want the bitch, but fuck it,
      I had the ho
      (Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo!)
      I made a hundred thousand
      In the same clothes (Same clothes)
      I drop a whole quarter,
      Now my neck froze
      (Neck froze, ice)
      Rich Forever,
      Put my team on (My team on)
      Think I'm still trappin',
      I got four phones

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