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Statistic
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Money Man
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Turn you to a statistic, you'll be just another dead n***a I'm not Moneybagg Yo, but b*t*h, I'm a breadwinner I got hoes tellin' me I'm handsome in my DM I got b*t*hes tryna cause friction with my BM Feelin' like Tyreke, I'm havin' this power Send my jackboy, not the one who from Broward Poppin' the clip in the TEC, I'ma foul 'em I just be scammin' and sellin' this flower Feelin' geeked up like I just hit some powder I lit up a blunt, now Miami feel louder After I f**ked her, I hopped in the shower She think that I need her, I told her I doubt it Investing in real estatе, buying up houses I'm runnin' in Cali, I'm joggin' up mountains I'm tryna stay grounded, I check my surroundings I'm using this digi', I'm wеighin' up ounces She got a bubble, I love how she bounce it She love to watch me, she love how I count it Every time that we be f**kin', I'm slappin' that ass Yeah, I just love how it's soundin' Take your b*t*h out to a secret location She feelin' real comfy, she walkin' 'round naked I'm real, I can't fake it, I hustle, I make it I run to the money, I'm sprintin', they waitin' I'm anxious, got jealous, you know I'm impatient Got 'za in my bag, so they smellin' my fragrance I'm always recordin' the trap, it's no datin' I love when my n***as get money, no hatin' Told that b*t*h that she ain't nothin' special, she just like the rest n***a said he tried his shot with Shooter and he got finessed I got PTSD with this stick like an army vet I should've went to school to be an accountant the way I count this check They finna crash for the gang, that's a fact, though He thought it was sweet 'til a n***a got backdoored Call up a bank on a motherf**kin' trap phone Hit from the back, I'ma f**k up her backbone 308 hit him, that n***a collapsing They scared of the Circle, it ain't no reaction Kick in your door while I'm rockin' some fashion Run up them M's, now I'm out of they bracket Turn you to a statistic, you'll be just another dead n***a I'm not Moneybagg Yo, but b*t*h, I'm a breadwinner I got hoes tellin' me I'm handsome in my DM I got b*t*hes tryna cause friction with my BM Feelin' like Tyreke, I'm havin' this power Send my jackboy, not the one who from Broward Poppin' the clip in the TEC, I'ma foul 'em I just be scammin' and sellin' this flower Feelin' geeked up like I just hit some powder I lit up a blunt, now Miami feel louder After I f**ked her, I hopped in the shower She think that I need her, I told her I doubt it
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