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(Verse) Got that white gold, black diamonds Brown tims, snake skin, socks made of fox fur That's why yo bitch hating Movement amazing, fast shift fantastic You basic, average, fuck your dreams, I have it They can't tell me shit though Leather gloves and pistols Bags of gold, it's simple Enough cash go mental Coming for mine, I complicate it Fuck your desire, I confiscate it I'm major bitch, no contemplating It's Jane Doe, no conversation Who changed bitch? I'm still the same HC, bitches be the name, Only difference is the paper I be feeling like who the fuck the neighbors? (Hook) I don't trust these bitches at all I don't trust these bitches at all I don't trust these bitches at all Why you judging? Let the young queen ball Dream, work, make the damn money till it hurt Dream, work, make the damn money till it hurt SongtexteTill it hurt, till it hurt, Till it hurt, till it hurt (Verse) I've been touring the world but Toronto's the block Homie still reppin Dana Finch, show him the glock This is 416, we do not trust the cops Show my family the way so we can always shit top We minorities the bottom of the system My parents foreigners who came with a mission No fuckin english, nothing but a vision I let it go and let my music do the bitchin Nowadays all these bitches just complainin they shit Well I be tryina feed my family, maintaining this shit I feel like boxin the bitch, but I'm containing the hits Cause I don't miss being broke, continue aiming for rich (Hook) I don't trust these bitches at all I don't trust these bitches at all I don't trust these bitches at all Why you judging? Let the young queen ball Dream, work, make the damn money till it hurt Dream, work, make the damn money till it hurt Till it hurt, till it hurt, Till it hurt, till it hurt Aus Songtexte Mania