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the meaning - fki 1st lyrics

all this green, looking at my wrist
like what the f-ck you really mean
all this money n-gg-, all this green
looking at my wrist like what the f-ck you really mean
all this money n-gg-, all this green
looking at my wrist like what the f-ck you really mean
i got a couple b-tches, do they really love me?
looking at my neck like what the f-ck it really mean
all this money, n-gg-, all this green
living that life like a f-cking movie screen
i got a couple b-tches, do they really love me?
looking at my neck like what the f-ck it really mean

my momma just called, she said: where the f-ck you been?
i said: i ain’t coming home ’til i get her a benz
she said: what happened to whats-her-name?
that ho ain’t my friend
they be cool with you one day but they just f-cking pretending
this is the beginning, never know no ending (no, no)
we ain’t imitations, what the f-ck is our ceiling?
i need my circle
don’t need the dependant (no, no)
need to learn to read and not no f-cking sense
if you talking money, then i might show off my penmanship
i can’t even flex on instagram ’cause y’all n-gg-s love to steal my sh-t
but i ain’t even worried, this is one of one, it’s limited
remember when you see this sh-t, yeah, 1st, he did this sh-t

all this money n-gg-, all this green
looking at my wrist like what the f-ck you really mean
i got a couple b-tches, do they really love me?
looking at my neck like what the f-ck it really mean
all this money n-gg-, all this green
living that life like a f-cking movie screen
i got a couple b-tches, do they really love me?
looking at my neck like what the f-ck it really mean (yeah)

running through the city and i got my whole team
cup is overflowing, spilled some faygo on my seat
bathing ape tee, i got balmain on my jeans
starting once again, don’t know what the f-ck it means
i don’t give a f-ck about no b-tch, no (ayy)
i ain’t ever done, i’m getting rich, ho
all i’m trying to do is stack that guala and make my mami proud
smoking hundred dollar papers with my woe
oh, yeah
i sit on top of gold 4s, i don’t need a chauffeur
talking sh-t, what do you got to f-cking show for? (hey)
you know i’m the one they book the show for
30 bands up front

- fki 1st lyrics

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