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    HEY!
    Oh-oh, woah
    (Wheezy outta here)
    Oh-oh, woah
    (Ayy, KBeaZy, you fyed up)
    Yeah

    Nowadays I get what I want
    Lately been spendin’ the bag
    Addicted to getting that cash
    Addicted to popping them tags
    Money was made for the sad
    Now my ex-bitch calling back
    Saw me come up out of random
    Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin’ tantrums
    Her friends fell in love when I fell into fame
    In my DM’s, talkin’ bout, «Hey, handsome»
    I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
    It’s nothin’ new, I won’t give into that
    I eat the hate up and spit it right back
    My lyrics like bullets, I’m shooting your ass
    Women come and go with the cash
    You gon’ learn and learn that shit fast
    They gon’ fold, fold under act
    I get my medicine straight out the back

    I’m a prospect, not from earth, I feel like a martian
    ‘Matter fact, bitch, I came from a starship
    My bed feel like a coffin, not wakin’ up
    If I run into opps, I’ma off ’em
    I don’t know if you think that you stoppin’
    What I got goin’ on, got a semi with auto on
    This ain’t no auto-correct, bitch, this a threat
    Now I’m comin’ at your neck
    Niggas act cute like a pet
    Soft like a Pop Tart, act like they got no heart
    Y’all be the ones that’s pretending
    Insecurities, they always offended
    Mad about a bitch I already been in
    That bitch for everybody, we ain’t spoke in a minute
    Niggas still in the picture and I’m still leavin’ with her
    It ain’t nothin’, I’m a rebel

    I can’t conform, I ain’t fallin’ back, no
    She need more, she got too attached, ha
    Addicted to me like I’m on one
    Three thousand for that new Rick Owens
    Walk around, look like a mummy
    Psychedelics hurt my tummy
    Swipe, swipe, I’ma get it all (Yeah)

    Nowadays I get what I want
    Lately been spendin’ the bag
    Addicted to getting that cash
    Addicted to popping them tags
    Money was made for the sad
    Now my ex-bitch calling back
    Saw me come up out of random
    Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin’ tantrums
    Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
    In my DM’s, talkin’ bout, «Hey, handsome»
    I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
    It’s nothin’ new, I won’t give into that
    I eat the hate up and spit it right back
    My lyrics like bullets, I’m shooting your ass
    Women come and go with the cash
    You gon’ learn and learn that shit fast
    They gon’ fold, fold under act
    I get my medicine straight out the bag

    Brand new Corvette, come through smashin’ the gas
    They made me mad now I’m back in my bag
    I hope my main and my side never crash
    Wipe out the cat tryna dodge my past
    We catch that boy, then we robbin’ his ass
    It’s the principle, I don’t need the cash
    Expensive bitches, half a million on lashes
    I could kick it but I don’t like to brag
    Hoe, they done made me mad, I’m ’bout to turn up
    I got my glizzy, wish a nigga run up
    You can come get your bitch ’cause I don’t want her
    I ran my millions up from out the corner
    I’m the one out here doin’ what I wanna
    My lil’ bro ran it up off marijuana
    Grind in the winter, turn up in the summer
    Trap house with sport, I press it then I launch it
    I’m thankin’ God, ain’t no more free lunches

    House up on the hill, I used to want it
    Now I got it, I don’t even stay there
    I get even, I don’t play fair
    Prolly spend me a million on haters
    On that talk, make ’em drop
    And I don’t give a fuck ’bout no cops

    Nowadays I get what I want
    Lately been spendin’ the bag
    Addicted to getting that cash
    Addicted to popping them tags
    Money was made for the sad
    Now my ex-bitch calling back
    Saw me come up out of random
    Didn’t wait long, now that bitch throwin’ tantrums
    Her friends fell in love when I fell under fame
    In my DM’s, talkin’ bout, «Hey, handsome»
    I know that they hate me and want me for ransom
    It’s nothin’ new, I won’t give into that
    I eat the hate up and spit it right back
    My lyrics like bullets, I’m shooting your ass
    Women come and go with the cash
    You gon’ learn and learn that shit fast
    They gon’ fold, fold under act
    I get my medicine straight out the bag (Woo)
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