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[Intro]
I-I—
Remember (Remember)
I-I—
I-I'm working on dying
BNYX

[Chorus]
Red bottoms on, money gettin' slain
Red bottoms on, hundred mill' in cash, nothin' I'd change
Now I got the fame
Own a lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't f..ck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mil' everyday, got the cash comin' in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yеah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
'Bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I just been stayin' to myself, I don't f..ck with nobody, at all
Lot of thеse motherfuckers on they self, they're cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)
[Bridge]
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, man
Fly, fly, fly (Fly), fly (Fly, fly-fly-fly)

[Chorus]
Red bottoms on, money gettin' slain
Red bottoms on, hundred mill' in cash, nothin' I'd change
Now I got the fame
Own a lot of range, diamonds on, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't f..ck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mil' everyday, got the cash comin' in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin', I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
'Bout to fool up, 'bout to tint the crank, baby, 'bout to fool up
I just been stayin' to myself, I don't f..ck with nobody, at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on they 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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