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Gotta keep it on me, gotta keep it poor
I'ma rock the Gucci with the Balenci
Yeah, they say that they know me, but they don't know me
I've been out here stackin' paper more than my papa
But my bank account lookin' like Prada
Startin' from the bottom, now we all monsters
Yeah, I got my ties with the monsters
Couple niggas singin' to the doctor
I got so much dough, they call me Pillsbury Doughboy
Why these niggas hatin'? They don't know that I can't employ
Heard that boy Tory got his ass fuckin' warped, boy
Yeah, they try to copy, but nigga, I'm the real McCoy
You ain't talkin' money, man, I'm so annoyed
I'm a iPhone, he a Android
These niggas talk a lot, but they ain't makin' no noise
Yeah, they ain't makin' no noise
It's John Hayden, bitch