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(专辑： The Coldest Winter Ever - 2018)

(Greatness Jones)

They say I'm amazing, I just do it like it's regular
Now I've got these A&R's and niggas on my cellular
You ain't gotta say it, you already know I'm winning bitch
On the road to riches, so much bookings I can't count that shit
Ride in rotation, I'm never waiting, I be percolating
I'm talking money to these bitches I'm the conversation
The blue print on my J's, I'ma rock the nation
I'm the fucking best, yeah I'm the best, there ain't no debating
Game is for the taking, you ain't gotta give it to me
Be watching all my movements, now these bitches moving shifty
I'm a big fish, a Dolphin, you're a little Pickney
Europe, UAE and U.S. fuck up any city
Uh, I'm busy getting a tan
Get me a couple of cans
If you try fuck up my plans
Getting these hands
Busting out the ban
Riding, do it for the gang
Do it for the fam
Do it for the fans
Ride for me, Stan
I don't ever slack
All I spit is crack
Run it back
Flip a pack
Putting Wooly on the map
Fucking proud, and I'm Black
Shit is magic, that's a fact
Get the message, fuck a fax
Run it up to the max

I don't ever front, I can do whatever I want
I might go to Church today then tomorrow hit cunch
And I've got a couple girls but I don't need a bunch
We ain't gotta pop a billi', we just pull up and we stunt

Ay, make it clap
Fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack
Make it flip, run it back
Ay, make it clap
Fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack
Make it flip, run it back
Ay, make it clap
Fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack
Make it flip, run it back
Ay, make it clap
Fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack
Make it flip, run it back
Ay

Baby I'm a boss, on my job I don't ever lack
You ain't got no balls, plus you whack, you can get the sack
Got a vegan nigga still he eat the pussy, kill the cat
And I'll kill a rat, plotting on my cheese in the trap
All I do is show and prove, Honey I don't ever lose
In the Stu, while you snooze, getting high, on the booze
South Berm in the blue, you might see me cutting through
With my darg, maybe two, swag cold, got the flu
Eenie meenie miney mo, catch a nigga on his toes
If he got no loyalty for me, I have to let him go
Oh you got some side bitches
Please don't make me smack a hoe
You need to be saving money before you be saving those
I'm busy getting the bag
You don't wanna get me mad
More money fab
Run along slag
Said they looking for the baddest bitch
Well I'm it Bitch, tag
Blow a bag, pop a tag
Grab a bite, then I order me a cab
Ooh
Oo I need me a car
Boy you're messing with a star
Chilling out in Budapest with Char
Thinking I'ma go far
Don't compare me to her
Sorry, nah that's a par
I graft and I grind
Success on my mind

Coming from the slum, never been a bum
On the block, going dumb
You know I already won, do it all for my Mum
And I only just begun, need a lump and a sum
Fuck it up just for fun
Ayy!

Make it clap
Fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack
Make it flip, run it back
Ay, make it clap
Fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack
Make it flip, run it back
Ay, make it clap
Fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack
Make it flip, run it back
Ay, make it clap
Fuck it up, throw it back
Get that money, watch it stack
Make it flip, run it back
Ay