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Lyrics: Keep that fake love away Fuck that friendly shit You stuck on yesterday I’m countin up my chips It ain’t no holds barred I’m tryna cash these checks They said baby you a star Bet ima run that shit I stay gettin my money up Ain’t got no profit outta luck Bitch you cannot get next to me I’m top notch n you low as fuck Be cautious cuz I’m booted up This shit is runnin through my blood Don’t think about gettin too close Bitch you can look but you can’t touch Come test me if you wanna buck I promise I am not the one I’ll hustle til the death of me You can’t catch up I’m on the run I’m never runnin outta funds I dug shit out the fuckin mud I stunt like it’s a hobby Makin big moves n I’m havin fun I got this shit on lock Tellem throw away the key Why ya man keep tryna mac As if he gotta chance with me This shit comes to me naturally And you are such a wannabe Ain’t comin with a handbook So you got it or y
