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Hunnids on hunnids On top of dem fifties 2o's and 10's I am not on budget
I came from nothing to something I hussled to get what I wanted
These haters they hate cuz im running threw fifties hunnids tens
I spent it and got it
Then spent it and got it
Then spent and got it and got it again
I pull up with my nigga Jibbo-gibbo that my nigga Swazzy we just hit a lick
Swear to God I had to kill it Stab it run it drag it smash it massacre the beat
You chillin I'm hustlin I just bought a new Explorer Dora year somethin and something
Last year I was cruising through my city Makin my ends I re up by the onion
Last year I was trynna get it anyway it whichever or way it'll come
But this year I'm on that new new Bitch I'm black and proud yeah that's true true
My weed no dispensery killer Calli grown straight from the zoo
My young niggas super Savage leave yo brains scattered over Red or Blue
Hunnids on hunnids On top of dem fifties 2o's and 10's I am not on budget
I came from nothing to something I hussled to get what I wanted
These haters they hate cuz im running threw fifties hunnids tens
I spent it and got it Then spent it and got it then spent and got it and got it again
These new rappers some wipper snappers
Shuken and jivin and jibber jabbin I just duck taped N wrapped lil yatty uzi vert an kooodak in plastic
Then chopped they bodies up wit a hatchet call the corner tell'em bring casket R.I.P
I just killed the beat Stab and dragged it Left the Lab like a murder scene
Thats true true Gotta bad bitch like new new
Just bought my coup some new shoes
Rollin round in dat foreign something
You know navigation wit the push button
No more holding saccs in 2017. Dont talk to me unless you got the cheese provalone
Yea dat mozerrela
Im drippin sauce no marinara
I be taking trips to the Rivera
Chillin on the beach
Smoking Cali green wit some foreign freaks
Fuccin bad bitches you'll never meet outta magazine and on tv XXL N BET
I be rockin shows over seas counting foriegn money til my thumbs bleed.
Hunnids on hunnids on top of dem fifties 2o's and 10's I am not on budget
I came from nothing to something
I hussled to get what I want it
These haters they hate cuz im running threw fifties hunnids tens
I spent it and got it Then spent it and got it then spent and got it and got it again I spent it and got it
I spent it and got it and got it again
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Hunnids on hunnids On top of dem fifties 2o's and 10's I am not on budget
I came from nothing to something I hussled to get what I wanted
These haters they hate cuz im running threw fifties hunnids tens
I spent it and got it
Then spent it and got it
Then spent and got it and got it again
I pull up with my nigga Jibbo-gibbo that my nigga Swazzy we just hit a lick
Swear to God I had to kill it Stab it run it drag it smash it massacre the beat
You chillin I'm hustlin I just bought a new Explorer Dora year somethin and something
Last year I was cruising through my city Makin my ends I re up by the onion
Last year I was trynna get it anyway it whichever or way it'll come
But this year I'm on that new new Bitch I'm black and proud yeah that's true true
My weed no dispensery killer Calli grown straight from the zoo
My young niggas super Savage leave yo brains scattered over Red or Blue
Hunnids on hunnids On top of dem fifties 2o's and 10's I am not on budget
I came from nothing to something I hussled to get what I wanted
These haters they hate cuz im running threw fifties hunnids tens
I spent it and got it Then spent it and got it then spent and got it and got it again
These new rappers some wipper snappers
Shuken and jivin and jibber jabbin I just duck taped N wrapped lil yatty uzi vert an kooodak in plastic
Then chopped they bodies up wit a hatchet call the corner tell'em bring casket R.I.P
I just killed the beat Stab and dragged it Left the Lab like a murder scene
Thats true true Gotta bad bitch like new new
Just bought my coup some new shoes
Rollin round in dat foreign something
You know navigation wit the push button
No more holding saccs in 2017. Dont talk to me unless you got the cheese provalone
Yea dat mozerrela
Im drippin sauce no marinara
I be taking trips to the Rivera
Chillin on the beach
Smoking Cali green wit some foreign freaks
Fuccin bad bitches you'll never meet outta magazine and on tv XXL N BET
I be rockin shows over seas counting foriegn money til my thumbs bleed.
Hunnids on hunnids on top of dem fifties 2o's and 10's I am not on budget
I came from nothing to something
I hussled to get what I want it
These haters they hate cuz im running threw fifties hunnids tens
I spent it and got it Then spent it and got it then spent and got it and got it again I spent it and got it
I spent it and got it and got it again
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Writer: Darius Butler, Mathew Fitzsimmons
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