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I make money online I make money on time I make money online All my niggas got me makin’ money online I make money on time Shawty wanna fuck but I give her no time (JAE5) Want to make a mil’, 9-5 weren’t an option In the field you kinda run outta options She always complain like she nah see me often But often I be OT tourin’ Gyal don’t worry I’ll be yard in the mornin’ Used to move like there’s nothin’ to lose Mixed the Off-White with the Hues Rollin’ with like 10 of the goons Money callin’, money talkin’ Trap phone goin’ ring ring Trap phone buy me bling-bling, yeah Where was you way back then? I was doing stick up with my bad friends Police had us twist up pon the landin’ Every other time mix up in violence Not just because of the bustdown Hustle in the blood, I’m a hustler Tough striker call me Costa And my line ringin’ from qway Trap line ringin’ all day And my line ringin’ from qway Trap line singin’ all day In the field you kinda run outta options She always complain like she nah see me often But often I be OT tourin’ Gyal don’t worry I’ll be yard in the mornin’ Used to move like there’s nothin’ to lose Mixed the Off-White with the Hues Rollin’ with like 10 of the goons LV drop, man I rock it with sliders Shopping abroad first day I’m off-license Came fresh home first thing I done, diamonds All about timin’, wrist so blindin’ ‘Cause she’s all boo’d up, man she got haters We don’t fly Europe, we just go Vegas Man try draws her, she don’t do strangers Fuck about status, uh ‘Bout Corsa, put her in a Porsche Eyebrow sharpish, lookin’ like my borer Come a long way from chillin’ on a corner Fat ass, bloody hell that’s torture I ain’t getting poorer Always complain that she can’t see me often I just keep it real, I can’t run out of option I can see you’re stressed out and you keep callin’ Gyal don’t worry I’ll be yard in the mornin’ In the field you kinda run outta options She always complain like she nah see me often But often I be OT tourin’ Gyal don’t worry I’ll be yard in the mornin’ Used to move like there’s nothin’ to lose Mixed the Off-White with the Hues Rollin’ with like 10 of the goons Nights on the back roads, didn’t phase me Did it for the culture where they raised me About to make a move Might have to sell food Do what you gotta do And tell the judge, “Free the goons” Put that loud pack in my loud pack Baby girl you look familiar Convo start and mi wan’ fi get familiar Girl, I’m a trendy yute Lemme put you in them new Fendi shoes Guys only hate when they wanna be you Guys only hate when they wanna be you I can never be you, nah nah Want to make a mil’, 9-5 weren’t an option In the field you’re gonna run outta options She always complain like she nah see me often But often I be OT tourin’ Gyal don’t worry I’ll be yard in the mornin’ Used to move like there’s nothin’ to lose Mixed the Off-White with the Hues Rollin’ with like 10 of the goons Makin’ money She said, “Nigga, you don’t make no time for me” Because mi trap-trap ’til the early mornin’ And now they pray on the downfall of me You can’t take my shine This shine makin’ niggas close blinds Fuck around I’ll take your pic to the shrine
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