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All this green, Looking at my wrist Like what the fuck you really mean All this money nigga, All this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean All this money nigga, All this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, All this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean My momma kept calling she said where the fuck you been I said I ain't coming home until I get her a Benz She said what happened to what's her name That hoe ain't my friend, They be cool with you one day But they just fucking pretending This is the beginning never know no ending We ain't imitations what the fuck is our ceiling I need [?] Don't need the depend, need to learn to read and not no fucking sense If you talking money, Then I might show off my penmanship I can't even flex on Instagram Cause y'all niggas love to steal my shit I ain't even worried this is one of the advantages Remember when you see this shit, FKi 1st did this shit All this money nigga, All this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, All this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean Leaning through the city and I got my whole team Cup is overflowing spilled some flavour on my seat Bathing ape tee, I got Balmain on my jeans Starting once again, Don't know what the fuck it means I don't give a fuck about a bitch no I ain't ever drunk, I'm getting rich hoe All I'm trying to do is stay that guy and make my mami proud Smoking hundred dollar papers with my woe Oh yeah I sit on top and go fast, I don't need a chauffeur Talking shit what do you got to fucking show for You know I'm the one they book the show for 30 bands up front All this money nigga, All this green Looking at my wrist like what the fuck you really mean I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean All this money nigga, All this green Living that life like a fucking movie screen I got a couple bitches do they really love me Looking at my neck like what the fuck it really mean

I should have known you didn't have the time, my dear To let this twenty-something bring you down with his list of fears I'd like to think we had some fun times though It's just my inability to think outside the box, I know She was signed, sealed and lost in the post Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go (We write to Santa go) I could see your interest wane, my dear She wanted Mary Poppins and I took her to King Lear Yeah, we had some spills, shall I say And I thought you were going to leave, but not that you'd evaporate She was signed, sealed and lost in the post Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go (We write to Santa go) Please let them go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go Please go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go She was signed, sealed and lost in the post Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go (Go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go) She was signed, sealed and lost in the post Gone where all the letters we write to Santa go (Go to Santa, go to Santa, go, go, go)