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I'm like, nigga, is you cool?

You don't make enough

I only use the money counter 'cause of paper cuts

It probably take me like 30 days to make a buck

I'ma drive the coupe today, lil' bro gon' take the truck

Peter Piper, pack the packin', pack the pounds and he seal 'em up

I just cut the pineapple and I'm pourin' up

What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin' up

Front end, back, back, back end, I'm showin' up

Still doin' front ends, but all the back ends, I put 'em up

If you can put more paper in your pocket, then ain't no fallin' off

Gotta drop a lil' more in your soda, it ain't dark enough

These lame ass niggas gon' pour out their heart or somethin'

All this fuckin' water on my neck, look like Noah's Ark or what?

It's hot like a lion fightin' every time I start the truck

I don't think it'd be smart to start with us

Big ass tent, mili-yummy, here to park a bus

Big ass bankroll on me, I can get you touched

Baby, I ain't with the role play, is we finna fuck?

I'm tryna run up a million dollars

Drop the eight, put a four in the fenna', four in the crush

I put this in my watch, why you get 'em crushed?

I put a brick in the pot, like what you cookin' up?

I'm finna hit a raw brick with a bigger cut, huh?

I can get you what you need

Now tell me what you want

This food right here gon' in the blender, not in the oven

Brought 32 days in a row, that's a triple-double

If you can get 'em to my door, I pay you for the troubles

I be didn't walked out with a ticket like a fuckin' raffle

All these motherfuckin' bricks, I could build a castle

I seen shit you thought wouldn't happen, really happenin'

All these niggas really jokes, I sit back and laugh at 'em

If you think you could do this shit like me, take a stab at it

I'll put the switch on your ass like your granddaddy

Bitch, I had a quarter brick back when we was wearin' BAPE hoodies

I was half on the strike, me and bro split

I'm like, niggas, is you cool?

You don't make enough

I only use the money counter 'cause of paper cuts

It probably take me like 30 days to make a buck

I'ma drive the coupe today, lil' bro gon' take the truck

Peter Piper, pack the packin', pack the pounds and he seal 'em up

I just cut the pineapple and I'm pourin' up

What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin' up

Front end, back, back, back end, I'm showin' up

Want to book me? Send a hundred racks, it's goin' up

Well, 50 in the front, another nick when I pull up

Rolls Truck, bad bitches jump on dick when I pull up

Grab her face, tell her open up, spit in her, she stuck

I get vicious when I'm on that tris, sippin' out the cup

Drink tequila, on a mission, this little shit hit me, tryna fuck

Usually I be chasin' a bag, won't even make time for a nut

I told Chicken I'm gettin' this chicken, I count up a ticket, it give me a rush

I make money in my sleep, but I be barely catchin' Z's

Niggas trollin' on the net, but never gangster when we meet

I be solo like Savelli, he ain't have a million last week

Lil' cuz wanna another bee, I told him let that nigga breathe

I was broke, sellin' weed, barely did a stack of greens

Now I'm playin' with six figures, anytime I pack a seat

Told my nigga smirk, free, I told him, "Get a rack to me"

Put me anywhere with gangsters, bet you I adapt with ease

If they got them bells for the low, I'm bringin' back some P's

God forbid this rap shit get slow, I'm in the trap with ki's

Got so many tennis chains, I need a racket, please

Got so many bracelets, they can't even wrap my sleeve

Got so many bracelets, they can't even fit my sleeve

Red band on a Presto, yeah, that's how I bleed

Feel like Allen Iverson, my earrings bling-bling

Ghost my fast shit, 'cause when she fiend, she a demon

Every line in a nigga rhymes, I really seen it

7.9 and it's still mine, and I mean it

Every angle of my lifestyle, I was dreamin'

Winnin' with my team, did you fuckin' with us, I'm like

Nigga, is you cool?

You don't make enough

I only use the money counter 'cause of paper cuts

It probably take me like 30 days to make a buck

I'ma drive the coupe today, lil' bro gon' take the truck

Peter Piper, pack the packin', pack the pounds and he seal 'em up

I just cut the pineapple and I'm pourin' up

What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin' up

Front end, back, back, back end, I'm showin' up

Peter Piper

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