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[Anonymous No.21721621]

Count money at the stash house
Thank god, for the last drought
I dreamed this on my mans couch
Made it happen, now its coupes when we step out
Every time I made a sell I kept the 9 on me
I hope the alphabet bois ain't got they eyes on me
So I'm moving, talking codes like I'm being watched
Reading motherfuckers lips when I hit the block
New faggots stick out like a sore thumb
Gotta watch for them robbers, when the bag come
Lying to myself like this the last run
But I'm addicted to swooping up bag funds
Mumus smiling in my face that's bag love
Everybody looking at you like the last plug
Tequila sippin' at Flemmings, yeah a bobo livin'
But they don't know about the stress that comes with it
Gotta get with it