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(Do you?)\nBeing irritated 'cause you\nGotta count a million\nAll this fucking money\nI ain't got no time for chilling\nWe too rich to look like this to\nAll that killing and drug dealing\nYou my nigga, I fuck with you\nWe gon' thug it out\nSay it's beef? We going to war, nigga\nLet's slug it out\nBe back, whoop, we at your door\nBlood in your fucking house\nI heard your daddy was a rat\nSo you a fucking mouse, nigga\nPouring champagne 'cause\nAll my niggas dead\nIf they ain't in the graveyard\nThen they in the feds\nI give a fuck if that crown heavy\nPut it on my head\nTake it to the jeweller, bust it\nDown before I wear it (Yeah)\nWhew, 'cause I'm a king just\nMartin Luther (Martin Luther)\nI ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\nNigga, I salute ya (Salute)\nI be flying jet and chopper\nLlike that shit was Uber\nWe finally made it out them trenches nigga\nHallelujah, whoa\nBalling like a hot boy\nDiamonds dancing on me more\nThan JB Blocboy\nI'm a boss, I'm the one that\nCall the shots, boy (Shots)\nYou a thottie, I won't cuff you like\nA cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\nOoh, I just cashed out\nHow the fuck you turn a\nBando to a glass house?\nHow the fuck you get a two t\nT four and bail out?\nGot your favorite Instagram\nBitch with her ass out, hey\nMake her touch her toes\nMake her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\nRun up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\nTrappin' at the Waldorf\nWe just fuckin' hoes\nAnd they lovin' that Chanel\nThey gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\nRunning through the gutter\nI ain't never bowl (Running)\nYou would think this Wheel Of Fortune\nHow we selling O's (Yeah)\nPlug just called, he got another load\nHe know I'ma get them sold\nLeaning off that perc'\nYoung nigga still fucking all the\nBaddest bitches on earth\nWhen I'm off in them trenches\nI'm a hot boy like Turk\nGun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\nYou get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\nNigga, we trying to make that\nMoney machine break ('Chine break)\nShoot up out that van like\nIt's teammate (Teammate)\nNigga, we used to trap up out\nThat green gate (Gate)\n80s baby, they cooked crack\nUp in my DNA (Oh)\nOoh, scary hours\nWalk outside the lear\nThey gon' let confetti shower\nYou knew what it was when they let me out it\nLiving like the plug, nigga\nI ain't selling powder, now way\nBig bag, talking Santa Claus\nGot 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\nFlying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny bars\nOoh, scary hours, turn the cameras off, please","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.37] Yeah\n[00:03.15] We in the championship\n[00:05.39] We was down 3-1\n[00:07.73] Yeah\n[00:10.77] (I can feel it coming in the air tonight)\n[00:15.26] Feel it\n[00:16.35] Champions of the United States (Oh Lord)\n[00:18.53] (And I've been waiting for\n[00:22.75] This moment for all my life)\n[00:25.74] Yeah\n[00:26.80] Turn me up Cruz (Oh lord)\n[00:29.36] Bombin' on any of them niggas\n[00:31.67] That want the smoke (Woo)\n[00:32.71] Nigga, this a big boy Phantom\n[00:34.18] This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\n[00:35.25] Had to take the way from them\n[00:36.51] Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\n[00:37.64] They ain't have no sympathy for\n[00:39.01] Me when I was broke\n[00:40.17] Amen, amen\n[00:41.19] Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n[00:42.59] For all my sins (All my sins)\n[00:43.79] Took so many riches just to\n[00:45.02] Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n[00:46.23] Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n[00:47.48] All my friends (Yeah)\n[00:48.75] In the trenches, warring with killas\n[00:50.14] We been getting it in\n[00:51.10] 32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n[00:53.49] Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n[00:55.82] Bad bitch fuck me in my\n[00:57.48] Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n[00:58.55] 'Member when I spit my\n[00:59.82] Re-up on a oowop, woah\n[01:01.21] Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n[01:03.12] Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n[01:04.89] Killers and humble trappers\n[01:05.97] I can go to Hollywood\n[01:07.15] To court in this jungle action\n[01:08.34] With niggas that'll smoke you\n[01:09.51] Go and murder your brother after\n[01:10.95] Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n[01:13.30] Streets said they need that dope\n[01:15.18] They having withdrawals\n[01:16.26] I put on my yellow diamonds\n[01:17.78] When I'm pissed off\n[01:18.84] I'm so rich that I can't even\n[01:20.09] Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n[01:21.62] Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n[01:23.65] Being irritated 'cause you\n[01:24.86] Gotta count a million\n[01:26.01] All this fucking money\n[01:27.15] I ain't got no time for chilling\n[01:28.35] We too rich to look like this to\n[01:29.83] All that killing and drug dealing\n[01:31.18] You my nigga, I fuck with you\n[01:32.14] We gon' thug it out\n[01:33.39] Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga\n[01:34.72] Let's slug it out\n[01:36.04] Be back, whoop, we at your door\n[01:37.28] Blood in your fucking house\n[01:38.45] I heard your daddy was a rat\n[01:39.73] So you a fucking mouse, nigga\n[01:41.33] Pouring champagne 'cause\n[01:43.18] All my niggas dead\n[01:44.25] If they ain't in the graveyard\n[01:45.45] Then they in the feds\n[01:46.77] I give a fuck if that crown heavy\n[01:47.92] Put it on my head\n[01:49.01] Take it to the jeweller, bust it\n[01:50.51] Down before I wear it (Yeah)\n[01:51.94] Whew, 'cause I'm a king just\n[01:53.46] Martin Luther (Martin Luther)\n[01:54.42] I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\n[01:55.62] Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)\n[01:56.83] I be flying jet and chopper\n[01:58.11] Llike that shit was Uber\n[01:59.37] We finally made it out them trenches nigga\n[02:00.82] Hallelujah, whoa\n[02:02.03] Balling like a hot boy\n[02:03.33] Diamonds dancing on me more\n[02:04.98] Than JB Blocboy\n[02:06.15] I'm a boss, I'm the one that\n[02:07.49] Call the shots, boy (Shots)\n[02:08.74] You a thottie, I won't cuff you like\n[02:10.09] A cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\n[02:11.67] Ooh, I just cashed out\n[02:13.58] How the fuck you turn a\n[02:15.08] Bando to a glass house?\n[02:16.10] How the fuck you get a two t\n[02:17.43] T four and bail out?\n[02:18.67] Got your favorite Instagram\n[02:19.96] Bitch with her ass out, hey\n[02:21.76] Make her touch her toes\n[02:23.31] Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\n[02:24.64] Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\n[02:26.62] Trappin' at the Waldorf\n[02:28.07] We just fuckin' hoes\n[02:29.31] And they lovin' that Chanel\n[02:30.66] They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\n[02:32.08] Running through the gutter\n[02:33.33] I ain't never bowl (Running)\n[02:34.50] You would think this Wheel Of Fortune\n[02:35.85] How we selling O's (Yeah)\n[02:37.06] Plug just called, he got another load\n[02:39.21] He know I'ma get them sold\n[02:41.58] Leaning off that perc'\n[02:42.68] Young nigga still fucking all the\n[02:43.99] Baddest bitches on earth\n[02:45.01] When I'm off in them trenches\n[02:46.50] I'm a hot boy like Turk\n[02:47.62] Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\n[02:49.69] You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\n[02:51.26] Nigga, we trying to make that\n[02:53.42] Money machine break ('Chine break)\n[02:54.43] Shoot up out that van like\n[02:55.85] It's teammate (Teammate)\n[02:57.00] Nigga, we used to trap up out\n[02:58.31] That green gate (Gate)\n[02:59.44] 80s baby, they cooked crack\n[03:00.80] Up in my DNA (Oh)\n[03:02.14] Ooh, scary hours\n[03:04.12] Walk outside the lear\n[03:05.47] They gon' let confetti shower\n[03:06.51] You knew what it was when they let me out it\n[03:08.53] Living like the plug, nigga\n[03:10.32] I ain't selling powder, now way\n[03:12.03] Big bag, talking Santa Claus\n[03:14.01] Got 3 hoes off that molly ripping panties off\n[03:16.44] Flying private to Dubai, we off the Xanny 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(Woo)\n  Nigga, this a big boy Phantom\n  This ain't a Ghost (It ain't)\n  Had to take the way from them\n  Niggas and now they toast (Fuck 'em)\n  They ain't have no sympathy for\n  Me when I was broke\n  Amen, amen\n  Lord forgive me (Lord forgive me)\n  For all my sins (All my sins)\n  Took so many riches just to\n  Get a Benz (Get a Benz)\n  Pray for my niggas (All my niggas)\n  All my friends (Yeah)\n  In the trenches, warring with killas\n  We been getting it in\n  32 shots in my new Glock (Yeah)\n  Niggas wanna hit me like I'm 2Pac (Yeah)\n  Bad bitch fuck me in my\n  Gucci tube socks (Yeah)\n  'Member when I spit my\n  Re-up on a oowop, woah\n  Your favorite rapper a mumble rapper\n  Walk up in this bitch, a bunch of\n  Killers and humble trappers\n  I can go to Hollywood\n  To court in this jungle action\n  With niggas that'll smoke you\n  Go and murder your brother after\n  Whoa, big dog, nigga, I'm a big dog\n  Streets said they need that dope\n  They having withdrawals\n  I put on my yellow diamonds\n  When I'm pissed off\n  I'm so rich that I can't even\n  Fuck a bitch raw, whoa\n  Do you know the feeling? (Do you?)\n  Being irritated 'cause you\n  Gotta count a million\n  All this fucking money\n  I ain't got no time for chilling\n  We too rich to look like this to\n  All that killing and drug dealing\n  You my nigga, I fuck with you\n  We gon' thug it out\n  Say it's beef? We going to war, nigga\n  Let's slug it out\n  Be back, whoop, we at your door\n  Blood in your fucking house\n  I heard your daddy was a rat\n  So you a fucking mouse, nigga\n  Pouring champagne 'cause\n  All my niggas dead\n  If they ain't in the graveyard\n  Then they in the feds\n  I give a fuck if that crown heavy\n  Put it on my head\n  Take it to the jeweller, bust it\n  Down before I wear it (Yeah)\n  Whew, 'cause I'm a king just\n  Martin Luther (Martin Luther)\n  I ain't a hater, fuck my bitch\n  Nigga, I salute ya (Salute)\n  I be flying jet and chopper\n  Llike that shit was Uber\n  We finally made it out them trenches nigga\n  Hallelujah, whoa\n  Balling like a hot boy\n  Diamonds dancing on me more\n  Than JB Blocboy\n  I'm a boss, I'm the one that\n  Call the shots, boy (Shots)\n  You a thottie, I won't cuff you like\n  A cop whore, no way (Like a cop)\n  Ooh, I just cashed out\n  How the fuck you turn a\n  Bando to a glass house?\n  How the fuck you get a two t\n  T four and bail out?\n  Got your favorite Instagram\n  Bitch with her ass out, hey\n  Make her touch her toes\n  Make her touch her toes (Touch it, touch it)\n  Run up like a milli' off a couple shows (Run it up)\n  Trappin' at the Waldorf\n  We just fuckin' hoes\n  And they lovin' that Chanel\n  They gon' sell they souls (Yeah)\n  Running through the gutter\n  I ain't never bowl (Running)\n  You would think this Wheel Of Fortune\n  How we selling O's (Yeah)\n  Plug just called, he got another load\n  He know I'ma get them sold\n  Leaning off that perc'\n  Young nigga still fucking all the\n  Baddest bitches on earth\n  When I'm off in them trenches\n  I'm a hot boy like Turk\n  Gun shot is itching in that Glock boy, that's work\n  You get popped pussy, no twerk, oh\n  Nigga, we trying to make that\n  Money machine break ('Chine break)\n  Shoot up out that van like\n  It's teammate (Teammate)\n  Nigga, we used to trap up out\n  That green gate (Gate)\n  80s baby, they cooked crack\n  Up 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