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Verse1: ring ring me come, no plaques or awards i'm still the one, i'm back on that boat you feel the wave, getting back on that grind let's still get paid, my nigga, we still relate, screaming fuck your rules we still behave, even up the totem we bust control em, shhh, 22 shots from that 22 thots in my DM box, 22 looking 28 I replied funny face, honey i'm on that money chase and I ain't trying to waste time behind that waist, replied her and a hookah, blowing smoke in the face, I replied with a card i'll get the rest in the safe,  blow a bag for the night get up and reup that bag in a day, boss..

HOOK: if it's a bag call i'm calling, but she got my love on demand yeah, whole lot of money yeah, whole lot of fucking yeah, if it's paper i'm on it yeah, but I need her love on demand yeah, whole lot of fucking yeah, getting a whole lot of money yeah..

Verse2: She coming we cuming, we on tour and she wondering when she coming, when i'm on stage money, when i'm off stage hundreds, when i'm in the club a lot of ones my accountant told me too much fun subtract funds, so I give her a bag and tell her fuck it you only live once, preach, we elite yet discreet we a beast, you a dime so petite you a feast, she a snack i'ma eat take a nap, back in the game shoulder pads nigga cleats, got the picture late shit that's a relief, she like the gold in my teeth i'm a God GOD need that cash COD, babygirl calling LOD, peace..