Testo Exotic (Long Money)

(Yung Lan on the track)
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(James with that check, boy)
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I be at home alone
I be seein' all the spirits of my dead homies
All these blue hundreds, all these 20’s
Nigga got dead homies
I was dead wrong when I hit my plug
But the nigga went broke
So I took a nigga bud
They don’t wanna help you out
They don’t wanna see you grow up
Always selling out of gas
I can never sell enough
I be lustin’ for your body
We can never fuck enough
Lost a couple potnas to the federal employees Baby, I’m a boss, how the fuck can you employ me?
I ain’t had no money, that condition it was temporary
Hit her from the back
I ain’t tryna do no missionary
I can see the M’s
So I’m feeling like a visionary
All these big words
Damn, they think I read the dictionary
Damn, her body too crazy
New Coupe 280
Lil' Gotit "Hood Baby" (Woo)
Christian Loubs on my feet
Yeah, them multicolor new joint
When you in the trap, boy, you betta be on point
If you come with a group, I’m killin’ yo homeboy
Nothin’ but foreign be in my envoy
Undisputed champ, nigga, lie on P Troy
Bought my bitch a G-Wagen, she so appreciative
Told my lazy potna, "Go and get you some initiative"
Nosy ass bitch, why the fuck you so inquisitive?
I just talk to Ralo on the phone, I'ma visit him
Don’t pull up to the trap unannounced, no visitor
I don’t know where your lips been, girl, no kissin’ ya
I'ma unzip these Amiri’s, I’m just diggin’ ya
She don’t need a shovel
I can tell that she diggin' me
Sold her 20 bags and the driver say she blessed me
Told my ‘ol lady, "Shut the hell up, don’t stress me"
Open up the Lambo door for chivalry
Lil' nigga, they don’t want smoke like hickory
Roof disappear on the coupe, it’s a mystery
She ain’t got a stomach no more, the doctor handled that
I'ma put ‘em up myself, I'ma handle that
85 racks in the Louis V fanny pack
Chillin’ in the trap with the pound playin' Piddy Pat

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Whole load of Runtz straight from the manufacturer
I'ma crack the bitch back, just like a chiropractor
I just bought five acres
I just purchased me a tractor
Whole lot of bad hoes find me attractive
I just want to travel 'round the worldwide atlas
I don’t wanna be famous, nigga
Might quit rappin'
Punch ya in the mouth, lil' nigga, quit yappin'
Everything designer, I ain’t talkin’ 'bout graphics
Stuff a nigga exotic in a dark brown package
I'ma have a bad bitch receive it and grab it
Lone wolf nigga, I don’t trust these maggots
Go and get some money, be a man, quit slackin’ (Woo)
Jumped off the porch then had to make it happen
Just like a turtle, yeah, nigga be snappin’
Read these niggas I feel telepathic

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