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Let's run it Havin' money, bitches, cars, clothes I'm havin' everything a street nigga need Name somethin' your favorite trapper want, I'm havin' it Havin' money, bitches, cars, clothes Ice, watches, boxes, loads Real trap nigga, you know how the game go Look, look (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) I'm havin' money, bitches, cars, clothes (clothes) Ice, watches, boxes, loads (loads) Real trap nigga, they know how the game go (they know how the game go) I'm really havin' motion, I'm the one they big bro (I'm the one they big bro) I'm havin' money, bitches, cars, clothes (clothes) Ice, watches, boxes, loads (loads) Real trap nigga, they know how the game go (they know how the game go) I'm really havin' motion, I'm the one they big bro (I'm the one they big bro) It's safe to say I served enough for everybody (for everybody) If I wasn't rappin', I'd be servin' everybody (I'd be servin' everybody) Still be in the hood and I know the feds watchin' (I know they watchin') We done finally went legit, so they know they can't stop it (know they can't stop it) Rose gold presi, right wrist cost me half a million (my right wrist) Told 'em I'm gon' make it out this shit, they thought I was playin' (I been told 'em) Birthday trip damn near cost me eighty-five grand I'm tired of niggas talkin' 'bout that money, they don't never spend I'm tired of niggas askin' for a front when they call the plug (when they call the plug) Main goal and way before a song, I was sellin' drugs (way before) In Atlanta, throwin' private parties, call Mr. Ruggs (call Mr. Ruggs) On a light day, fuckin' off, I just spent a dub (spent a dub) I'm havin' money, bitches, cars, clothes (clothes) Ice, watches, boxes, loads (loads) Real trap nigga, they know how the game go (they know how the game go) I'm really havin' motion, I'm the one they big bro (I'm the one they big bro) I'm havin' money, bitches, cars, clothes Ice, watches, boxes, loads Real trap nigga, they know how the game go (uh) I'm really havin' motion, I'm the one they big bro (uh) Big G Herbo, it's a go, straight out the 'Go, the fuckin' GOAT Run that shit up, all I know, hustle, rain, sleet, or snow (let's get it) I got right back in that mode, stackin' new hundreds on top of the old (yeah) I was sixteen rockin' shows, came home, bought two hundred 'bows (ayy) Been a gangster, that's for sure, I ain't never ran from no smoke (never) Killers with me everywhere I go, three, four Dracos on the road I sold coke, I sold dope (uh-huh), everything got off for the low (uh-huh) Seen a drought, the trap was slow, all in ClayCo gettin' a load, yeah (let's go) Decade later, I'm still here, plus my vision crystal clear (clear) My left wrist is chandelier, Lambo' Urus in my ears Fly to Indo with Ludine, me and him done cried tears Posted with my stick, I shoot that bitch like Jeremiah Fears I'm havin' money, bitches, cars, clothes (clothes) Ice, watches, boxes, loads (loads) Real trap nigga, they know how the game go (they know how the game jump) I'm really havin' motion, I'm the one they big bro (I'm the one they big bro) I'm havin' money, bitches, cars, clothes Ice, watches, boxes, loads Real trap nigga, they know how the game go I'm really havin' motion, I'm the one they big bro (I'm the one they big bro)