November - Imitate Lyrics

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Guess who's back
This bitch is under attack
Oh lord I'm making 'em mad
Oh lord she throwing it back she bad
Now I ain't so sad
When I count this cash
I keep it on hand
They have no chance
I make her dance like that
She wanna know what it's like
No need to fantasize
I did this on my own it's always me, myself, and I
They tryna analyze
They wanna crucify
She see that I'm up next and now she wanna multiply
No one else this fly
Money on my mind
They won't survive
When they walk this line
This life not nice but the world is mine
Oh lord she fine
Keep my neck on ice
Jet lagged on flights
I'm taking my time
If you broke you not my type
This that shit they try to imitate
Money ain't a thing and that's that shit I never heard 'em say
I seen a lot of people switch it ain't been the same
I'm standing right in the middle I look around and I see 'em change
I'm smoking on the Dua Lipa I'm 'bout to levitate
Pull to the party la di da di shots to the face
I start to manifest the paper when I meditate
Keep my finger on the trigger never hesitate
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Never knew how far I'd make it
Azkaban I did my waiting
I'mma take it I'm out of patients
When I buy don't check the payment
Keep these hoes in rotation
On her knees like she's need saving
Past women never hit me back
Now the same ones want me naked
They copy this contagious
F*ck off they irritating
I'mma keep my bank updated
On top there's no debating
I always stay upgraded
When I'm gone there's no replacement
No hoe I am ever chasing
I talk cash they need translation
Everything they talk about a motherf*cker live it
If I'm not paid I'm not making an appearance
The way I'm living I gotta flex I eat my spinach
She about to hop on the pipe not talking Mario
Bad little mami she hail from out the barrio
Running up the numbers I make my money do cardio
I don't f*ck with broke boys, adios
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I'm picking up where I left off
They say I look better with my head off
Foot on the gas never let off
If you in my area you better tread soft
Tired of being the one that they always tread on
Now I got money and she want the heels with the red on 'em
If I don't trust the motherf*cker than it's the end of 'em
Put my dick inside the game and I can tell I bred some of 'em
I never pictured this shit
All I wanted was a life that was bigger than this
Now I put food on the table every time that I spit
Used to pray for this shit now pray that they jealous of this
So much money in my jeans can't find a place where it fit
Used to dream of this so my kid could wake up to this
Like you forgot to turn off the water I swim in the drip
I'm a dog motherf*cker never f*ck with a bitch
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