.Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Real, real, real, real
Murder>Yeah, woah
I done took it where they wouldn't go
I've been with my niggas from the go
You was flossing all that money, where it go?
You be hustling on the corner, where the dough?
You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes.
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