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While you was waiting in the stands, my nigga TG was running up them bands, my nigga Blue strips was falling out my pants, my nigga, yeah While you was waiting in them stands, my nigga TG was running up them bands, my nigga Gon' see me hopin' out that Benz, my nigga Picture me doin' my money dance, my nigga, yeah Don't need a friend, my nigga But when I get it, I'ma spend, my nigga I wake up counting something dead, my nigga Get it before it go, yeah While you was waiting in them stands, my nigga TG was running up them bands, my nigga I ain't gon' let it ever end, my nigga You know my niggas came to win, yeah Don't really need a fucking friend, my nigga I need to stack a couple M's, my nigga Know when I get it, I'ma spend, my nigga Yeah, ayy Lil' TG came to run it up, my nigga Stay out my way, you get no love, my nigga My niggas smoke you like a dub, my nigga Uh, yeah Lil' TG had to run it up, my nigga Turn from the buyer to the plug, my nigga Is what it is, is what it was, my nigga, yeah You niggas ain't fucking with me, I'm here with your wifey, she rollin' my tree She used to be curving the kid, but now she be sucking me off of the bean That bitch want a baby from me, I had to go pass that girl straight to my team Wilin' Out like Nick Cannon show, yeah, huh I fucked that bitch after the show, that lil' bicth went straight for my dough I showed that bitch right to the door, tap in with her friend, fasho You know I go hard on a thot, you know I go hard on a hoe Lil' shorty, she want the blow, Lil' TG just want you to blow, yeah She know I got money to throw, she know I got money to throw Cause I been running up them bands, my nigga Once shorty seen it in my hands, my nigga She never let me go Lil' TG, I run to the top You think that this love and it's not Just keep your hand out of my pot You lucky I'm smoking you out with this pot Roll up a couple grams, my nigga Lay back and let it go (and let it go) I don't really need a friend (no) I know my niggas gon' ride with me to the fucking end Nigga pulled up in a lemon, and hopped out with a ten If I could fuck in a lemon, imagine with the Benz I'm in the fast lane to the top, my nigga I'm next in line to get this guap, my nigga Do no discussing with a peon hatin' I could give a fuck bout what a peon thinkin', yeah While you was waiting in them stands, my nigga TG was running up them bands, my nigga I ain't gon' let it ever end, my nigga You know my niggas came to win, yeah Don't really need a fucking friend, my nigga I need to stack a couple M's, my nigga Know when I get it, I'ma spend, my nigga, yeah Yeah, ayy
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