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Not Columbia as of July 29, 2020 COLUMBIA* [Verse 1: Jody Fontaine] I'm a five-star nigga with a big bag I've been gettin' big cake so they big mad If the offer lookin' decent, tell 'em hit Brad But if it's not enough digits, don't send that 20 years young, thinkin' 'bout a bankroll Been a minute since they had me on the payroll Still stackin' paper never was the main goal I been writin' since my doppelganger dropped Peso Never stoppin', tell the club haters they should lay low Task force shit get you bodied, what you play for Cult followin', they attackin' if we say so Been wildin', my tongue shootin' like a Draco Kung Pao chicken eatin', but I got space so Serve me up a side of the bread with the queso Bandman head full of dreads with the halo Hit yo momma spot and put his shoes on her table West side nigga, what's the catch, what's your angle? Watch a nigga feet leave the floor, Criss Angel Rip the fuckin' beak off the stork in the middle of New York Then I make a qui
