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  • feat. Meek Mill
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • Tell that hater I said
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • Tell your ***** I said
  • Me, ass up, face down
  • One night only, I’m from out of town
  • Count new rules, we ain’t waiting on it
  • And if that ***** good, it’s big cake on it
  • Plane ticket, hotel, new bag, new Channel
  • Giuseppe sneakers, his and hers
  • If you a hater I just got two words
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • Tell that hater I said
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • Tell your ***** I said
  • You and them *****es that you came with
  • All in my section, drinking my shit
  • You ain’t *****ing, you ain’t sucking, what you doing, hoe?
  • Instagram, you taking pictures, you don’t know me, though
  • Damn, she say she a fan
  • Yeah, I understand but I wanna get in her pants
  • ‘Cause she thinking for, ‘cause she licking her tongue out
  • She say she don’t ***** with rappers, I’m like ‘what you talking ‘bout, *****?’
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • I got two words for you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • Tell that hater I said
  • Oh, I said ‘***** ‘em’, I don’t like ‘em, I don’t love ‘em
  • When the money come, homies turn to haters, don’t trust ‘em
  • If the brick ain’t coming with a stick I don’t touch it
  • I want that beer medal with a scorpion when I bust her
  • Like a ***** when she twerking, y’all niggas working
  • Clown ass niggas, we should put you in the circus
  • In a cage with the lion, let it have you for desert
  • And test the fire of your army, took a dip in what you’re worth it, nigga
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • I met this *****, she said ‘my friend, she wanna’
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • All in your room, but really, yo, I wanna
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • And if I hear my roadie, though, he gotta *****, too
  • Now put your middle fingers up and scream
  • Haters, nigga mad at the paper
  • Big crib, ten cars, twenty acres
  • Twenty chains, ten watches, all my jewels
  • Lil’ watch with the jest, don’t let it fool you
  • I could school you how to look like money
  • Hustler of the year, could write a book ‘bout money
  • Don’t park, don’t bother tryna impress them hoes
  • What you read of money better tell them hoes, *****
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • Tell that ***** I said
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • ***** you, ***** you
  • Tell that hater I said

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