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  1. Racks on racks, money ginja me
    Opps, they talk, say na frequency
    Had to laugh way they humor me
    Runnin' it up with the urgency

    Streets dey over ginja me
    From the wall to the window seat
    In the sun, through the storm, in the winter
    I'm in the club, shawty moving like a ninja, ninja

    Fresh to death, I'm beyond heat
    Activist in my Dior jeans
    Buss a jigg, feed you Molly
    Feed my love like crack to this fiend

    I can't be your lover
    Too many things to lose
    You love me with no honor
    Don't wanna leave, I don't

    I knew that you were trouble
    Wasted eyes on you
    I can't be your lover
    Too many things to lose

    Demon with the Dior on the dresser
    Pop a Molly tessie in a Tesla
    Let it warm your back and your neck (uh, uh, uh)
    I'ma film it all, make a best-of

    Edit it all, make it scene on scene
    Under it all, know you scheme on me
    Hottie million with a milli' on me
    I wanna menage with the blicky on me

    Turn the bass up (tell me what you want, want)
    She want more to taste, uh (I can get it all, all)
    (Pretty little bitch, give me pretty, give me nana)
    (Take me to Nirvana, diamond in the sky-y)

    I can't be your lover
    Too many things to lose
    You love me with no honor
    Don't wanna leave, I don't

    I knew that you were trouble
    Wasted eyes on you
    I can't be your lover
    Too many things to lose