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I put the new Forgi's on the G
I trap until the bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my ♥♥♥♥♥♥ got it out the streets
I keep a hunnid racks, inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a ♥♥♥♥♥ can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke now I'm rich, these ♥♥♥♥♥♥ salty
All this designer on my body got me drip, drip (ay)
Straight up out the Yajects, I'm a big Crip
If I got a pint of lean, I'ma sip, sip
I run the racks up with my queen, like London and Nip
But I got rich on all these ♥♥♥♥♥♥, I didn't forget, bet
I had to go through the struggle, I didn't forget that
I hopped inside of the Maybach and now I can sit back
These ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ know me now, 'cause I got…