[Intro: Capo]
Gang, Blood Gang
You know how I'm rockin' like cutoff stockings man
Keep kush in my pockets man
All Designer, get your grind up n***a
No Breitling, no Rollie for the timer n***a

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[Verse 1: Capo]
These n***as, they duckin' and dodgin' me, where's my money? I need it
When I put on my clothes and my shoes and I'm on it, bitch I look at myself and I'm conceited
I smoke trees for no reason 'cause I ain't no more drop in the city, got young n***as fiendin'
Tryna fuck this lil bitch but she ask for too much, now girl put on yo shoes and we leavin'
Let me get my money, let me get my money, let me get my money, let me get it now
Let me get a 100, let me see a 100, let me see a brick and I'ma break it down
Let me hit the blunt then I hit the roll, finna check up and I'm shootin' outta town
With them n***as, been them n***as since a youngin, I'ma show you n***a we don't fuck around (Gang)

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