[Intro : Lil Ugly Mane]
\nGetting money fast, that's my modus operan-
\nGetting, getting money fast, that's my modus operandi
\nGetting money fast, that's my modus operan-
\nGetting, getting money fast, that's my modus operandi
\nGetting money fast, that's my modus operan-
\nGetting, getting money fast, that's my modus operandi
\nGetting money fast, that's my modus operan-
\nGetting, getting money fast, that's my modus operandi
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\n[Verse 1]
\nUh, waking up anxious
\nToo many moving parts of my life, attacking the panic
\nStompted out dead, no walking on ice, priorities vanish
\nOptions weighed, I'm sure with my dice cause I don't take chances
\nDone dealing with collateral damage
\nFam in a danger, you fucking with the mantis
\nCan't cure a sick brain with a bandage, but they always tryna wrap me in some bullshit
\nTryna hang but we knocking down hammocks
\nOn the back horse smoking all rancid
\nHand shake me, death move frantic
\nIn the sky flat lines, no Kansas
\nRolling up suits, big Texas
\nRaps in a state, blunt's fat shit, built like a cannon
\nOutside with it like side talk, no side talking, but we side taking on the sidewalk, but aside from it I don't like y'all
\nI ain't always keying up the pipe talk, but when the pipes talk we hit organs
\nWe barrel stepping, Captain Morgans
\nIt's a lot of y'all who getting boring
\nI ain't gotta fight off shit
\nBet I'm on top when the smoke clear, high off rip
\nFried like your mind off piff
\nKnuckle down see the bitch turn white off grip
\nDare him to lie on click
\nShitty account probably give me to sign off quick
\nCritics gon' write off shit
\nFuck about profit, I get it, that's something you might not get like
\nAlright
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\n[Interlude]
\nAh, fuck
\nThat's why I do it bro
\nYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
\nYeah, huh, what the fuck
\nYeah, uh, switchin 'em, switchin 'em
\nThis is stupid, yeah
\nAight, what the fuck
\nAyy, Ooh, huh, yeah
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\n[Part II]
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\n[Verse 2]
\nSwitch on the gang then I'm off (I'm off)
\nBite me, we spray then I'm off (Then I'm off)
\nYou can not hang with the dogs (Buh buh)
\nShe wet out now she taking it off (Yeah)
\nI'm sick now, I'm taking it off (Take it off)
\nFuck around and make me the boss (Damn, yeah) (Huh)
\nYeah, had to get me a W-2 (Damn)
\nAll I can do now is focus on wins, I ain't got nothing to lose (Nah)
\nSee me in couple of months in the future, bet it's a bunch of excuses (Damn, damn)
\nFuck around and cope with the truth
\nYayu don't float to the moon, he just goes to ??? (Uh)
\nI was like totally useless, still am the most, I'm poisoned with hubris (It's weird)
\nI just hope it don't rope in the music. tying the web, I'm a token reclusive
\nMy morale back up, this shit is mine
\nWhole crowd cracked up, we splittin' sides
\nSmoke till I'm slurring in different times
\nBack in the current, I flow like a traveler, action nomadic, observant
\nI wiped out my lens and it tap from the surface
\nI ain't for the stars, disappointing the purpose
\nSagittarius, I'm pullin' the strings
\nOther rappers steady gassin' they worth
\nAdversaries get a malyugin ring (Huh)
\nHigh speed chase, I'm after the perc (Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy)
\nNo cash in the purse, I know it's a sting like (Uh, uh)
\nYour favorite rapper a little too boujee (What the fuck?)
\nShoot just engrossing the crew then I break her box office like a movie (Uh)
\nBig wax smoking on glue, now I'm stuck like a Semtex, blowin' up soonish (Ay, yeah)
\nI bet it's a red flag (Yeah) showing up clueless but half of my team full of smokers and users
\nI'ma probably croak in my youth that or I promise I'm growing up too quick
\nIt's a life that I know I should choose, I'm close to the truth I don't know what to do with
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\n[Outro]
\nYeah, fuck it, fuck it
\nLet me just roll up some new shit
\nAyy, yeah
\nAnd don't y'all forget bruh\n\n
