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[Verse – Johnny Cinco] I know they after me, can’t let 'em capture me Lower my faculties, like I got half of me I know she after me, can’t let her catch me She want to dress elite, call me your majesty Sad to inform you that I get it in SakReligious nigga, Y-R-N Get to the money, don’t care how we spend Trust in myself, ain’t no one to depend Everywhere I go they welcome our sin These bitches drop to their knees and begin John Popi go up we here they depend Pray the good Lord forget all of our sins All of my sins, free all of my sins Free all of my kin, they won’t let them out Led her straight in cause they know what we bout Trap out the mansion, don’t know the amount They told me you got to make this shit count Police told me you got to make that shit count Get to the money, make every cent count Make every cent count Leaving on the road now, she don’t want to go now She gon' fuck a bro, fuck the sofa, fuck the floor, fuck and skurt better know now I bet she know now, I bet she know now I been on the road, doing shows, getting to the dough Ask her to show what she really know You can't talk about it you don’t really know I sold shit but you don’t really know I never tell it but I really know [Verse 2– Quavo] What you know now? Get hit with 100 rounds What you didn’t know, that I re-up on 100 pounds What you didn’t know, Migos Cinco got 100 M stashed in the floor What you didn’t know, might pull up with a chopper and a 44 bulldog You feeling froggy, nigga leap My niggas know that you was fraud You don’t know the half, I came from kicking doors and juuging the slab You don’t know the half, I dropped out of school, I couldn't finish math Now that I’m up, 100 thousand put it on the rich nigga tab [Verse – Johnny Cinco] I know they after me, can’t let 'em capture me Lower my faculties, like I got half of me I know she after me, can’t let her catch me She want to dress elite, call me your majesty Sad to inform you that I get it in SakReligious nigga, Y-R-N Get to the money, don’t care how we spend Trust in myself, ain’t no one to depend Everywhere I go they welcome our sin These bitches drop to their knees and begin John Popi go up we here they depend Pray the good Lord forget all of our sins All of my sins, free all of my sins Free all of my kin, they won’t let them out Led her straight in cause they know what we bout Trap out the mansion, don’t know the amount They told me you got to make this shit count Police told me you got to make that shit count Get to the money, make every cent count Make every cent count Leaving on the road now, she don’t want to go now She gon' fuck a bro, fuck the sofa, fuck the floor, fuck and skurt better know now I bet she know now, I bet she know now I been on the road, doing shows, getting to the dough Ask her to show what she really know You can't talk about it you don’t really know I sold shit but you don’t really know I never tell it but I really know