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NO FUCKS

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I ain't never give no fucks, I just said that's how it is
I been runnin' through the hundreds, chasin' Benji dollar bills
Got this shit up from the trenches, pop a 30, how you feel
She like, M!AH, why you flexin? I said, I wanna make a mill

She like, for real, I'm like, for real, yeah
Tryna sign that check, I'ma put my peoples in the hills, huh
VVS my neck, diamonds bustin' down my grill, huh
Talkin' on the set, I'm makin' all that blood spill

Hey, if we talkin' money, then you know I need it pronto
All my niggas gettin' buckets, we be ballin' like we lonzo
I'ma pass up in the hills, I need the figures and a condo
All these niggas switchin' sides and I be who they tryna plot on

I don't know why they be hatin, I'm just standing, chasin' paper
Goin' up on elevator, niggas hatin, you a hater
I been chasin' hella papers, you on dick, I'll see you later
Ain't you really just a failure? How the fuck you gonna take her

Huh, 30 bands on my head, you know I'ma run down with that blick
Huh, toolie on my hip, I clutch that knocker, five-five-six
Niggas be hatin, but they a bitch, I get paid and I get rich
Way I be goin' so hard, they think I get paid to do this

Well, I don't get paid to do that, ain't no riff-raff in my rap
Your bitch might look good as hell, but that is only on the app
If you talkin, give him hell, I might just blow him off the map
Turn my city up and you know I ain't ever goin' back

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Jeremiah Jax

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