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Anything you could put up, I could match Make a hundred, take 50, and stash it Spend the other 50 on some fashion Drivin' in the Bentley like I'm 'bout to crash it You not a part of this, so why you askin'? There won't be no audience when niggas clappin' I ain't into groupies when they actin' And I don't put on Gucci, unless it's Dapper Ever since a youngin' I was active I took a lot of losses you don't know 'bout A lot of close friends took the ho route Now I'm all alone with the pole out Circle gotta be close when we roll out Purple shit that we smoke by the whole ounce The hammers, used to hide them in the old couch Skatin' past a hater like it's Roll Bounce Smokin' on some shit I got from Cali Gave my cousin 20 years, I just pray they let my loc out Shorty wasn't givin' up that ass, said I'm trash Now I laugh, got me thinkin' who the joke now? I really found a way to get that bag, but got me thinkin' 'bout my past Couldn't imagine I was broke now My Aunty in the livin' room coked out Niggas was playin' Madden in the dope house SongtexteAnything you could put up, I could match Make a hundred, take 50, and stash it Spend the other 50 on some fashion Drivin' in the Bentley like I'm 'bout to crash it You not a part of this, so why you askin'? There won't be no audience when niggas clappin' I ain't into groupies when they actin' And I don't put on Gucci, unless it's Dapper 'Bout my Cash Money like I'm Juvie Niggas seen me in a movie, got 'em thinkin' I'm an actor Shorty actin' bougie, if I tell her take this work outta town She gon' do it if I ask her (Greyhound) Scared of bein' broke, I just wanna go and cop a Ghost And on the plates put Casper Talkin' bout that cake, I could match it You niggas want to race, I get at you Nigga made a million off a mixtape I'm walkin' in the label, I'm like, "What up with my masters?" Forever puttin' pressure on these niggas I been steppin' on these niggas and I wasn't with the Kappas I could show you how to be a crook, I might put it in a book That's another chapter I wasn't tryna be just another rapper I went and got my own shit and ain't gotta ask you Anything you could put up, I could match Make a hundred, take 50, and stash it Spend the other 50 on some fashion Drivin' in the Bentley like I'm 'bout to crash it You not a part of this, so why you askin'? There won't be no audience when niggas clappin' I ain't into groupies when they actin' And I don't put on Gucci, unless it's Dapper Anything you could put up, I could match Make a hundred, take 50, and stash it Spend the other 50 on some fashion Drivin' in the Bentley like I'm 'bout to crash it You not a part of this, so why you askin'? There won't be no audience when niggas clappin' I ain't into groupies when they actin' And I don't put on Gucci, unless it's Dapper Aus Songtexte Mania