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[Intro: Frail Damian] Ou, ou, ou [Hook: Frail Damian] Like bitch I got the dough like how the fuck yeen know? Might as well keep em close, cause I just want the throat (yuh) They just want my sauce, plankton want my source These niggas they fu, no I can’t endorse Bitch I rock KC, this ain’t Helmut Lang J-R-O-T-C, you don’t tote them thangs I cannot be contained bouta blow like a hand grenade When you been living like me, you grow to love the hate [Verse 1: Frail Damian] These niggas they snakes, they pythons Light years ahead, I'm ions Watch how I flex like nylon Stiff arm while I cross the pylon Won’t let bygones be bygones Got swatted you thought you fly, huh? Then you hop on the ride on Hopped in the game like try-on Yo bitch, hop in my lap I gave her something to ride on Pop it, like it’s a tag Hop out, hop in my bag Woke up, thinking about cash So I, just spent a rack Make it, back when I nap Wake up, do it all again Like ouuuu How we gon' go get this money, How we gon' go get this money? How we gon' go get this money, How we gon' go get this money?How we gon' go get this money, How we gon' go get this money?How we gon' go get this money, How we gon' go get this money? (Wake up like) [Hook: Frail Damian] Like bitch I got the dough like how the fuck yeen know? Might as well keep em close, cause I just want the throat (yuh) They just want my sauce, plankton want my source These niggas they fu, no I can’t endorse Bitch I rock KC, this ain’t Helmut Lang J-R-O-T-C, you don’t tote them thangs I cannot be contained bouta blow like a hand grenade When you been living like me, you grow to love the hate [Verse: Frail Casper] Got a lot of bread, these birds be flocking I just let my money do the talking You count followers, I count the money made Your girl on me, got you making a funny face I will not trip about no bitch, I hop on a plane take a trip Switch up my hoes like my clothes, new shawdy for every outfit I just might call that bitch Melo, she can’t get no ring Call my shooter Donatello, cause he keep a stick Uh Wait, I need me a drink I'm spending your rent on champagne Getting this money ain’t easy But fuck it, I cannot complain Fuck all that live and maintain I get the bag and go crazy My life a motion picture, Martin Scorsese [Hook: Frail Damian] Like bitch I got the dough like how the fuck yeen know? Might as well keep em close, cause I just want the throat (yuh) They just want my sauce, plankton want my source These niggas they fu, no I can’t endorse Bitch I rock KC, this ain’t Helmut Lang J-R-O-T-C, you don’t tote them thangs I cannot be contained bouta blow like a hand grenade When you been living like me, you grow to love the hate