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[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
Come on, Che
Come on, come on Che
Tell em' fuck around, cut my check
I might fuck around, cut my nike tech, these n***as doorstep
In her pussy, touchin, touchin yeah, Doja Cat
I just need my dough, money, yeah
I know lil hoe can’t get off, of me
Big, fat, bankroll, it look like some green, yeah
Big, fat karo, I just want Celine
It’s a big, fat, draco, rip it on his spleen

[Verse 2]
She like my big gat, new draco where go 6 packs
I ain’t boolin with your snitch ass
I don’t do no diss, for diss track
No, no, bullets catch out (Hrr, hr)
556’, your bitch, ass
She think she love me, yeah
I got a fucking big bag
But, I got big mags, big bands, big racks, yeah
These hoes so drid, man
He say, roll my J, yeah
Your hoe a big fan, where yo mans?, purple drank, yeah
I got you pissed eh, aye, I don’t know why you missing, aye
All I know is adderall, forgive me yeah
These Miami hoes, they so, act so, afraid
Bounce out like bingo, yeah, bring, bring it back, till he sink oh
Blitz, blitz, blatt, you know I don’t miss those, yeah
Hi-tech step, money like, 6’4 yeah-yeah
Bitch want sex, I already hit those yeah-yeah
Fist closed, poppin these n***a like Benzo (ah, phrr)
Rainbow (yeah), bullets they rain in like rainbow
Okay, bankroll, I’m wiping my ass with this bankroll, yeah-yeah
Big pole, yeah too long and the clip fell out, yeah-yeah
Big nose, nobody knows where the clip goes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm so damn high I can't feel myself
I swear to god, all of my bank rolls get stacked
Yo bitch gon' drown, yo bitch gon' drown, I ain't givin my help
Bitch gon' die, da bitch gon' die! Guess that's what he felt
I only answer myself, I'on even answer my clique
Pssh, money send that shit through Zelle
Where dat n***a? Pay yo bill!