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I-I-I'm
Remember (Remember)
I-I-I'm
I-I'm working on dying
BNYX

Red bottoms up, money gettin' slain
Red bottoms out, hunnid mill' in cash, nun'
I'd change, now I got the fame
Hoppin' out the Range, diamonds on—, diamonds on my face
Nun' I can say, I—I'on fuck with all the lames
take time off, bitch (Yeah)
Gettin' head by the chain, muhfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time a muh'fuck play, everybody say that in they face, uh
It was not everyday, turnin' back
Burn a mill' everyday, got the cash comin' in big time
Pussy too hungry, I'm whinin', call up big slimе, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up
Yeah, 'boutta fool up, 'boutta tint thе crank baby, 'boutta fool up
I don't understand myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
None of these muhfuckers love their self, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)

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Fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Yeah)
I been gettin' fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), get high to the moon
I been fly (Fly), fly (Fly), fly (Fly), gettin' high to the moon
Fly, fly, fly (Fly), fly (Fly, fly-fly-fly)

Red bottoms up, money gettin' slain
Red bottoms out, hunnid mill' in cash
nun' I'd change, now I got the fame
Hoppin' out the Range, diamonds on—diamonds on my face
Nun' I can say, I-I'on fuck with all the lames
take time off, bitch (Yeah)
Gettin' head by the chain, muhfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time a muhfucker play, everybody say that in they face, uh
It was not everyday, turnin' back
Burn a mill' everyday, got the cash comin' in big time
Pussy too hungry, I'm whinin', call up big slime, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'boutta boot up
Yeah, 'boutta fool up, 'boutta tint the crank baby, 'boutta fool up
I don't understand myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
None of these muhfuckers love their self, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)

Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Smith, Colin Magdamo

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