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　　Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6

　　Think 'bout money, then 'bout this

　　I got nothin' on my wrist

　　But I'll still gladly take your bitch ayy (ayy, ayy) uh

　　Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)

　　Yessiree I did, ayy

　　Got that ass on me

　　Sound like I'm from New York City

　　Airbnb, gon' fuck in it

　　She know that I do the music (music)

　　Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save up

　　Tryna do my friends some favors

　　Gave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)

　　27 shows, I go through cities every now and then

　　I watch the crowd, they jumpin', watchin' me (watchin' me)

　　Cut, cut to days ago

　　I'm just a kid not old enough to smoke a cig

　　They wonder, "What's the recipe?" (Ayy, recipe)

　　They want me to call home, I can hear the drum roll

　　But understand I'm out here for a reason

　　Li-livin' in my own home, father miss me I know

　　But also he know that I'm on a mission (mission)

　　I got diamonds on my fist and shit

　　Diamonds on my wrist and shit

　　So icy, bitch, I'm colder than a freezer (bling-blaow)

　　My main bitch bitchin' (21), side bitch trippin'

　　Bitch I love ya'll both but none of y'all ain't no keepers

　　I'll leave ya, Rolls Royce look like Jeepers Creepers (21)

　　Made a million dollars with Adidas (21)

　　Can't have a ticket, nigga, off my beeper

　　Take this shit to trial, nigga, I'm gon' beat it

　　Spilt my lean, it got me heated

　　Say it one time, I don't repeat it

　　Baby, get down on your knees and eat it (eat it, eat it)

　　Walking out of Louis V with the big box

　　Yeah I pulled at Saint Laurent, I made a pit stop

　　Young Savage walk around with the big Glock (21)

　　With that .30 hangin' out, nigga that's hip-hop (facts)

　　Car too fast, 12 can't stop me (skrrt)

　　Bitch too bad, hoes can't fuck me (21)

　　You was running from the smoke, nigga, not me (on God)

　　Rich Chigga, 21 Savage, now it's O.D. (21, ayy)

　　Uh, wake up about, uh, 6

　　Think 'bout money, then 'bout this

　　I got nothin' on my wrist

　　But I'll still gladly take your bitch ayy (ayy, ayy) uh

　　Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)

　　Yessiree I did, ayy

　　She act like a bird

　　I wear shit made out of fur

　　Your man say he getting money

　　Claim that he's entrepreneur

　　Fast car like Fast & Furious

　　She throw it back, Delorean

　　I'm sittin' in somebody's BMW recordin' this

　　Not my whip, not my whip

　　Rather walk or take a Lyft

　　On a trip, I hit the strip

　　That made me sad and then I dip

　　Ayy, Brian learnin' how to live it (damn)

　　People 'round him go in circles

　　Head is spinnin' with no fidget (recipe)

　　Used to play the drums though

　　Never liked it, no, no

　　Lil' Brian didn't see the bigger picture

　　Rap-rap on my own beats so

　　One hundred percent goes

　　Straight to my lil' pockets and I keep it

　　Yeah, wake up about, uh, 6

　　Think 'bout money, then 'bout this

　　I got nothin' on my wrist

　　But I'll still gladly take your bitch ayy (ayy, ayy) uh

　　Who produced that beat? (yeah, ayy, yuh)

　　Yessiree I did, ayy

　　Got that ass on me

　　Sound like I'm from New York City

　　Airbnb, gon' fuck in it

　　She know that I do the music (music)

　　Always cook at home, I'm tryna to save up

　　Tryna do my friends some favors

　　Gave her head, she facin' backwards (backwards, ayy)

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