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Don't want material inside of my charger You gon' have to pay to get inside of my charger

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I got a long line of hoes tryna get in my charger

It's a game fuckin' you gon' have to ride, martyr

I'm hotter than lava, picture me poppin' my collar

This is the block and I got a plan to get dollars and dollars

I'm a product of the players, you got the money and the power

Soon I'm inside, pay for a retired thundershower

Pop bottles, fuck models, bitches up dick and they smilin'

Whether I'm black, white, or mulatto, cuz the bankroll is colossal

Some rise and some fly, but I am beyond high

Money makin' machine, I get currency nonstop

Behemoth goes online, the pain drop, gun drop

I'm in the drop, rich a bitch and givin' me calm shots

The movement is nonstop, don't fuck with my onslaught

I'm statin', practlin', and Jackson, I be cappin' like pawn shop

Connectin' with the brothers, can't play a motherfucker

Tune up a day before, that's why the whole fuckin' club lovin' ya

Don't want material inside of my charger

You gon' have to pay to get inside of my charger

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You gon' have to pay to get inside of my charger

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I'm still a hard dog, I'm livin' off the top

I'm drunk like a bar, that bitch full of naught

These bitches waitin' on me, cause my pockets full of guac

They know that I'm a shit, and they mad, cause they mad

No masochist, my shit on lock

My bricks like drop, your shit like stop

The album like bail, we ball like slail

Bitch, I'm a life flail, don't fuck with squiggle man

Shots flick a flail, wear that nigga red

You got this arm on, but wear that nigga hand

Rims on the truck lookin' like Tom Fann

You never hear a bitch say, that's my man

I live my life like, fuck Uncle Stan

I never pay my taxes, don't fuck with Uncle Stan

I fuck with real killers, real weed splitters

So I'm still on my side, with some bread gidders, nigga

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Get money, get money, money

Get money, get money, money

Get money, get money, money

Don't want material inside of my charger

People have to pay to get inside of my charger

I get money, get money, money

Get money, get money, money

Get money, get money, count it all on Sunday

Uncle Stan, don't get mad