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Workin' on a weekend like usual

Way off in the deep end like usual

Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much

Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up

Virgil got that Patek on my wrist goin' nuts

Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?

Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us

Manor house in Rosewood, this shit too plush

Say my days are numbered, but I keep wakin' up

Know you see my texts, baby, please say some

Wine by the glass, your man a cheapskate, huh?

Niggas gotta move off my release day, huh

Bitch, this is fame, not clout

I don't even know what that's about, watch your mouth

Baby got a ego twice the size of the crib

I can never tell her shit, it is what it is (what)

Said what I had to and did what I did (ayy)

Never turn my back on FBG, God forbid

Virgil got the Patek on my wrist doin' front flips

Givin' you my number, but don't hit me on no dumb shit

Workin' on a weekend like usual

Way off in the deep end like usual (like usual)

Niggas swear they passed us, they doin' too much

Haven't done my taxes, I'm too turnt up

Virgil got that Patek on my wrist goin' nuts

Niggas caught me slippin' once, okay, so what?

Someone hit your block up, I'd tell you if it was us

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