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Stop The Act*

by Lucki

[Intro]
And This Beat From Cash Not From You
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Ayy

[Chorus]
I brought home the loot
Balenciaga too
All that talking cash, but I'm tryna see the proof
Two hundred on the dash won't pull over for the whoop
Like my money fast and my bitch to tell the truth
Get money we salute, not no liars in that booth

[Verse]
All I sip is red lean, my cup like suwoop
She come from a magazine, my lil' bitch the truth
All I count is Dead P's, I prefer the blue
Won't let nothin' happen to me, my brothas with troops
In the matrix, and the color pill I chose is the blue
I rode home with loot
She came with me too
All she use is dead weight after she get though
I can't find no damn lean so I caught the flu
I just left the damn scene in a loud coupe
She wish she left me on seen after we get through, uh, oh, um
All I hear is facts
Stay away from the cap
I'm so sick of red lean let's go find the Act
You don't get no damn cheese, lil' boy stop that act, uh, oh
That bitch really fooled me she know how to act
Two hundred on the dash, like I'm from the dash
They gave us some damn cheese, don't know how to act, oh, um, ayy

[Chorus]
I brought home the loot
Balenciaga too
All that talking cash, but I'm tryna see the proof
Two hundred on the dash won't pull over for the whoop
Like my money fast and my bitch to tell the truth
Get money we salute, not no liars in that booth