[Verse 1] No pain wit the gains no fun Would complain but I ain't no punk You hate the game but that’s where we from And this game finna make more funds She don't fuck with lames and there ain't no bums Keep my change in the bank lump sum Shorty what’s your name, what's your number Finna beat till kingdom come Yeah I'm gon' eat till there ain't no crumbs Then we gon' sleep till there ain't no slump Wake up and beat till there ain't no drums Fix yo weave, then go make some tea, then go blaze some tree till therе ain’t no stump Shawty carefree but she ain’t no monk She for еverybody so I ain't gon’ jump Take my piece and I leave breadcrumbs like [Hook] Yeah yeah Uhuh Make yo moves Don't play fair Uhuh No rules Just say yeah Uhuh Don't lose Just say yeah, uh Say yeah, uh Yeah yeah Uhuh Make yo moves Don't play fair Uhuh No rules Just say yeah Uhuh Don’t lose Just say yeah, uh Say yeah, uh Yeah Yeah [Verse 2] What you gon' wait for Time don't wait no No time to take it slow She ain't playing no games Sometimes it gets old We all tryna get chose Yo place might get stole We all got options Working your way to the top better play yo role We don't need no nonsense Baby don't waste yo shot you may not go pro Got to hold a conference just to explain to a broad that I'm not yo bro I'm not yo dog no I'm not Todo But just say the word and I'm at yo door like [Hook] Yeah yeah, take you soul Make yo moves Don't play fair I don't fold To no rules Just say yeah Take control Don't lose Just say yeah, uh Say yeah, uh Yeah yeah Uhuh Make yo moves Don't play fair Uhuh No rules Just say yeah Uhuh Don't lose Just say yeah, uh Say yeah, uh Yeah Yeah [Verse 3] Baby done lost it She kiss and then tell like stop, snitch Look like an opp by the optics You can get dropped quick As a tocks tick Look at the watch, it's demon time, diabolic Beat it up like I'm brolic Mouth piece I can talk sick Watch I hold it for hostage From Monday to Monday you my chick Foreal, check the diagnostics You tatted my name on your right rib foreal I guess we both toxic A match made in hell guess we hot shit foreal Through thin and thick It's ticking it's ticking it ticks then I dip
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