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I feel like Mr. Krabs, money in a mattress

My pockets gettin fat, they lookin like Patrick

I pop a question, im like baby are u feelin it?

I'm a gorilla goin nuts, i keep banana clips

It's like 200 in my cup u better not spill that shit

If she get makeup on these jeans, ima kill that bitch

I got sticks with a beam, u can get hit

Ima cut em like a tree, get yo head split

Off the molly now im tweakin

[?] yea we speedin

He talk to feds?

Bag him up when we see him

My brotha catch a homie

Lit up his body

Smokе him like visconti

Yea we got sticks likе the army

Got that choppa yk that bitch got some kick- back-

I put some codeine in my cup now I can feel- that-

Shawty fuck with me but i can't feel- that-

Got my niggas stuck w/ me we in a hell- cat-

I can't love nobody

Tell me bitch that we slidin

Got that codeine in my cup

Nah i can't fuck w/ sobriety

I got ricky on denim

Fuck with designer

I can't fuck dat hoe unless we fuck on the side

Yea that choppa touch ur soul (oh)

We can get it up but ima sip on the cod

Ik how u feel cuz u was left on ur own

Ima call my brother yea we ready to go

I feel like Mr. Krabs, money in a mattress

My pockets gettin fat, they lookin like Patrick

I pop a question, I'm like baby are u feelin it?

I'm a gorilla goin nuts, i keep banana clips

It's like 200 in my cup u better not spill that shit

If she get makeup on these jeans, ima kill that bitch

I got sticks with a beam, u can get hit

Ima cut em like a tree, get yo head split