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Intro

Yeah

Chorus

I just left, I ain't even gotta press (Yeah)

They ain't even gotta ask (Yeah)

They know I'm flexin' (Yeah)

I'm just livin' fast (Ooh, flex)

Yeah, I'm livin' fast (Yeah)

I don't think I gotta brag (Yeah)

Verse 1

I been ballin' like Shaq (Yeah, ballin', woah)

And my money tall, like Shaq (Woah, tall)

And I'm all in these streets like Shaq (Woah, street)

In my dreams, I'ma meet Shaq (Dream)

He gon' pass me the ball (Ball, woah)

And I know I won't fall (Fall, woah)

I'ma shoot and go all (All, woah)

It's my money they call (Woah)

Verse 2

We don't talk to them ho'

It's just money, we know

Got a gun on my shoulder

If he want, I'ma blow

Yeah, I'm ready to go

Yeah, we ready to roll

Yeah, they don't want no smoke

Yeah, you can't even cope

Yeah, he thinkin' he woke

Yeah, they say it's okay

But, we ain't here to play (Yeah)

It's just money we make (Yeah)

Yeah, I'm ready to pay (Yeah)

Yeah, she want me today (Yeah)

Chorus

I just left, I ain't even gotta press (Yeah)

They ain't even gotta ask (Yeah)

They know I'm flexin' (Yeah)

I'm just livin' fast (Ooh, flex)

Yeah, I'm livin' fast (Yeah)

I don't think I gotta brag (Yeah)

Outro

I just left, I ain't even gotta—