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[Verse 1]

Hammer on the dresser, work on the stove

I’m sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose

Red bone naked, in the bed flexin’

I say bitch I ain’t impressed you must of got the wrong impression

I ain’t with the BS, I’m flyer than PF

Man we living in hell like a deep breath

Real niggas with real money real bitches with fake asses

If she don't wanna fuck I get on my skateboard and I skate passed her

Money on the table, guns on the table

Bitch I’m on that syrup tell that hoe leggo my Eggo

And my girlfriend is that choppa, I finger fuck that ho

Hello I am Tunechi you had me at hello

Drop top Maybach, clean like Ajax

Man I don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks

We got that work so come and get if we don't know you, you pay tax

I put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks

Pussy nigga I’ll murder you then dance at your funeral

Blood I’ll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion

Wake up like Bone Thugs I’ll call your bluff pick the phone up

Her titties fake but they look real cubic zirconia’s

Run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups

Your bitch call me when she hot Krispy Kream donuts

Shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes

I still wear that ass out like a wardrobe

Bitch what they gonna say?

Still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break

Bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake

I let her suck my dick then I fuck her to some Drake

[Hook]

And then I let that kush burn let that kush burn

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline bitch

The booth on fire I’m in here getting higher

Young Money bitch we at the top like barbwire

[Verse 2]

Money on my mind I ain’t thinking bout no bitch

I’m talking bout that scratch like my muhfuckin throat itch

Stop stuntin if you ballin buy your bitch something

Stayed on the same team like Tim Duncan

Shit get real if ya scared go to catholic school

And if we want it straight jacket like a padded room

Shoot your ass 100 times and stand over you

Lil’ Tunechi so fly I got arachnophobia

Burn bitch, AK in my firm grip

Leap if you feeling like Kermit, sermons

Preach reach and I smoke your ass like Cheech

I be faded like bleach, double barrel Siamese

I like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like police

Fuck these haters with no grease, you get chin checked goatee

Money talks bitch and mine talks like Robin Leach

That lean got me slow as Lisa Turtle ask Screech

Bank card heavy, my wallet like a barbell

My girl got a fat cat, I call that shit Garfield

We’ll bring the O.K. Corral to your doorbell

We pull triggers not coattails, I make lump sums oatmeal

I’m stuntin getting new money

Trukfit money Mountain Dew money, tell em

I get better like fine wine I'm fire like cayenne

In the words of my nigga BP I’ll hit a bitch with a car bomb BOOM

Lil’ bitch

Niggas gonna talk they ain’t talking bout shit

Niggas gonna bark I go Mike Vick

Fuckin’ fuck niggas on that fuck shit

Suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit

[Hook]

And let that kush burn let that kush

Yeah I let that kush burn

Smoking gasoline bitch

The booth on fire I'm in here getting higher

Holla at a nigga if you want that Oscar Mayer

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