[Intro]
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Woah
Do I gotta tell you again?

[Chorus]
Don't gotta tell you again, huh
Don’t gotta tell you again, uh (Yeah)
Snitches, they straight out the pen, uh
Rockstar, swerved out the Benz, uh (Yeah)
Bitch, I'ma count up my bands, uh
I'm ’bout to fuck up my friend, uh
I'm 'bout to fuck up the game, 'bout to do it again for the fiftieth time, huh
Uh, new money, new money, you don't got no money, no money
I got the Urus today, drive it back out to flex up again, 'bout to do it again to 'em (Skrrt)
I got the devil talkin' to me (Ack, ack), I got the demons hangin’ with me (Yeah)
You think that you could do better than me? Lil’ bitch, you far from the kid (Yeah)
Yeah, far from the kid, yeah, far from the Earth (Oh)
Diamonds on my fuckin' face, bitch, diamonds on my turf (Yeah)
My jewelry cost me a mil’, hey, show you what it's worth (Yeah)
Hublot Richard Mil', yeah, I'm still pourin’ dirt (Dirt)
I'm still pill poppin', still pill poppin', still rockin' verch' (Hello)
Made ten M's in a month, bitch, I had to push (Yes)
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