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[00:00.000] 作词 : Raphael Oliveira/Ronan Willey/Bryan Williams/Robert Thomas[00:00.664]Ayy, yeah, I'm good rocking like this shit up[00:03.602]Mm-hmm, got no problem, b***h-ass nigga, mm-mm[00:08.413]Ayy, yeah, you understand me?[00:10.465]This ain't no O.T.T type shit, nigga, let's get it poppin'[00:11.828][Chorus: Rob49][00:12.356]Yeah, I'm slidin' expensive, I'm ****in' two new group of b*****s, I'm blendin' 'em in[00:14.517](I'm ****in' two new group of b*****s, you hear?)[00:15.570]Shit, my trappin' too real, I don't care what I do, I'll fly a b***h out to Miami[00:17.487](I'll fly a b***h out to Miami)[00:18.838]"49, why you be flexin' so much, got more chains on then your ancestors?"[00:20.719](Got more chains on then your ancestors)[00:21.785]I done took a thousand losses, no cap, I ain't trippin', I just wanna see my mans win[00:23.960](I ain't trippin', I just wanna see my mans win)[00:25.026][Post-Chorus: Rob49][00:25.573]Oh you got all the money? I know[00:26.386]You ****in' all the hoes, uh-huh[00:27.741]Heard you be sellin' shit, uh-uh[00:28.800]I be sellin' pounds, not rounds (Gang)[00:30.396]Oh, that's bub? This is 'za (Shit)[00:31.990]Hе want smoke, put him in a blunt (Yeah)[00:33.364]He got good smokе in his lungs (Yeah)[00:34.941]Hunnid round drum on the gun (Brrt)[00:36.554][Verse 1: Rob49][00:36.820]Nigga mad 'cause I'm richer then 'em (Yeah)[00:38.166]Like a ref', bro too official[00:39.988]Beat the block like Mannie Fresher, beat the case like Johnnie Cochran[00:42.690]I was lowkey tryna minimize it[00:44.313]Rico Story like Speaker Knockerz (Brrt-brrt)[00:45.902]Drive the whip like Ricky Bobby (Grrt-grrt)[00:47.256]Keep it solid, don't tell nobody (Uh-uh)[00:48.592][Bridge: Rob49 & Birdman][00:49.133]Boomin' like the candy lady, woedy[00:50.189]I'm a real project baby, woedy[00:51.808]Snappin' like an alligator, woedy[00:53.145]And she gon' give that face up, woedy[00:55.220]Woedy, woedy, woedy, woedy (You know how I'm livin',[00:57.104]it ain't no playing with none of you b***h-ass niggas)[00:58.177]Woedym woedy, woedy, woedy (Y'all gon' get border-lined, we on that different side, on gang-gang)[01:00.603][Verse 2: Rob49][01:01.140]Yeah, baddie or not (Yeah), if you ain't ****in' tonight, then I'm kickin' you out[01:03.271](Then I'm kickin' you out)[01:04.345]Yeah, cousin slingin' that Vaseline, treat the burglar house like a gold mine (Yeah)[01:07.014]I ain't even have no house, no cap, I was puttin' my shit at my dog house[01:08.908](Puttin' my shit at my dogs house)[01:10.456]And I wasn't trippin', cousin, know it took time to get my own spot (Yeah)[01:12.874][Chorus: Rob49][01:13.407]Yeah, I'm slidin' expensive, I'm ****in' two new group of b*****s, I'm blendin' 'em in[01:14.462](I'm ****in' two new group of b*****s, you hear?)[01:16.343]Shit, my trappin' too real, I don't care what I do, I'll fly a b***h out to Miami[01:17.980](I'll fly a b***h out to Miami)[01:19.311]"49, why you be flexin' so much, got more chains on then your ancestors?"[01:21.184](Got more chains on then your ancestors)[01:22.267]I done took a thousand losses, no cap, I ain't trippin',[01:23.883]I just wanna see my mans win (I ain't trippin', I just wanna see my mans win)[01:25.501][Post-Chorus: Rob49 & Birdman][01:26.045]Oh you got all the money? I know (Uh-huh)[01:26.847]You ****in' all the hoes, uh-huh[01:28.185]Heard you be sellin' shit, uh-uh[01:29.540]I be sellin' pounds, not rounds (Gang)[01:30.868]Oh, that's bub? This is 'za (Shit)[01:32.780]He want smoke, put him in a blunt (**** with us, we on that same shit)[01:34.386]He got good smoke in his lungs (Slime him out on that same ave)[01:35.729]Hunnid round drum on the gun (Yeah)[01:37.068][Verse 3: Rob49][01:37.621]Twenty holes like Savage 'nem (Yeah), sellin' weed at my mamma crib (Yeah)[01:40.300]Paint her face like super set (Yeah), how you lovin' this goofy nigga? (Yeah)[01:43.289]You ain't do what I think you did (Yeah), fifty cent, she **** many men (Yeah)[01:46.286]Keep my heat, I don't care what weather (Yeah), roaches all in my granny crib (Yeah)[01:49.536]I'ma **** 'cause I ain't her friend (Yeah), real money, I pay the rent (Yeah)[01:52.484]No cap, I'll buy a ho (Yeah), fly 'em back on a private jet (Yeah)[01:55.422]Real P like pot and pan (Yeah), niggas' sweeter then cotton candy (Yeah)[01:58.684]Money taller then K Durant (For sure), trap house jumpin' like Ja Morant (Shit)[02:01.635]He been sellin' that Ku Klux Klan (Yeah), and he sellin' that vulture pack[02:04.577]I guess he don't play with tracks, he fell off, he still ain't back (He still ain't back)[02:07.506]I'ma press this engine until it bust, I'm tryna kill this b***h (I'm tryna beat her up, yeah, yeah)[02:11.023]I feel like a six of James Harden, I'm on my Philly shit (Yeah, yeah)[02:13.453][Chorus: Rob49 & Birdman][02:13.998]Yeah, I'm slidin' expensive, I'm ****in' two new group of b*****s, I'm blendin' 'em in[02:16.685](You heard me? Mm-hmm)[02:17.204]Shit, my trappin' too real, I don't care what I do, I'll fly a b***h out to Miami[02:19.382](I'll fly a b***h out to Miami)[02:20.414]"49, why you be flexin' so much, got more chains on then your ancestors?"[02:22.272](Got more chains on then your ancestors)[02:23.090]I done took a thousand losses, no cap, I ain't trippin',[02:24.424]I just wanna see my mans win (You heard me? I ain't trippin', I just wanna see my mans win)[02:25.759][Post-Chorus: Rob49 & Birdman][02:26.037]Oh you got all the money? I know (Real rich nigga shit, boy)[02:27.383]You ****in' all the hoes, uh-huh (Stay in your lane, lil' nigga)[02:28.756]Heard you be sellin' shit, uh-uh (**** you talking 'bout, boy?)[02:30.350]I be sellin' pounds, not rounds (Gang)[02:31.964]Oh, that's bub? This is 'za (Shit)[02:33.354]He want smoke, put him in a blunt (Yeah)[02:34.934]He got good smoke in his lungs (Yeah)[02:36.539]Hunnid round drum on the gun (Brrt)[02:38.425][Outro: Birdman][02:38.947]Real rich nigga shit, Stunna Man[02:40.308]That boy, blatt
