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Kevin Gates - You Lyrics

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I don't pop no pills, I don't pop Perkys, I just count cash
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My ex girl keep callin', I don't wanna talk, I don't call back (Hey, Boss)
I don't pop no pills, I don't pop Perkys, I just count cash
And my ex girl keep callin', I don't wanna talk, I don't call back
If you ever give me your tape, I don't feel ashamed, put it on blast
Catch you, put you in a body bag
Spent a hundred and I got it right back
'Cause I want a new tote
'Cause I want a new coat
Balenciaga with the two-tone
Don't try to hear me, got a new phone
I know the team gon' check me if I get too big for the britches
Deep down, if you get chalked in, gotta get stitches

New bae say she leavin', she just want the money though
I just want a lil' top, I don't want box, I could have a ton of hoes
My hater, tell me what you runnin' for
'Cause I know the labels know my name
Kilo right to the face
Turn a Nissan right to a Wraith, ah
You can't judge me, I'm rich
You stay watchin' my clique
You, yeah, yeah, yeah (Cartel Bo)

Turned up in a foreign, know I see a lot of hate, yeah
I don't wanna entertain nobody
Play and I put your brains on concrete
I'm in the fast lane, more poppin'
Dude with a last name like Bronson
I stay the same and they do the opposite
So then I came through and I conquered it
'Nother lil' bitch done bit on my swag
Really not this, I get in my bag
Invisible set when I diamond my teeth
I set a trend and they follow my lead
If she get in my presence, she honorin' me
[?][1:35] breadwinner regime
Pour up a four and for Masi', we lean
Pray for Lee Lucas' immediate release
Louis V' duffel, I'm buryin' money
Really a billionaire, I am not bluffin'
Told 'em I'm royalty, they all insulted me
Guess while in high school they thought I was stuntin' (Thought I was stuntin')
Huh, kingdom of Morocco (Kingdom of Morocco)
Big Moroccan empire

New bae say she leavin', she just want the money though
I just want a lil' top, I don't want box, I could have a ton of hoes
My hater, tell me what you runnin' for
'Cause I know the labels know my name
Kilo right to the face
Turn a Nissan right to a Wraith, ah
You can't judge me, I'm rich
You stay watchin' my clique
You, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

You can't judge me, I'm rich (Brasi)
You stay watchin' my clique (Ayy, carry on)
You, yeah, yeah, yeah