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[Verse 1:] |
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S63, AMG |
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Pretty bitches, pay a fee, broke not the thing to be |
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A few really play the streets, cats tell them fairy tales |
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Brown paper bags full of hundreds, haters pray I fail |
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Baby on my phone, she talkin' money, and she ready |
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Shit I made a hundred thousand already |
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Used to blow pelly, used to move truckloads of the reggie |
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Now we toast when we close deals over ten milli |
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My bags speak for me, I don't talk much |
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456 with the bag, get it off uhh |
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Coffee colored leather, yeah my smoke's much better |
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Tell a broke boy choke, you don't checks no cheddar |
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Your bitch wanna ride, chose my letter |
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Toast, keep the wetter, Joe Blow, might sweat her |
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Ralph Lauren or I rock my own sweater |
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Oh you fresh? But you soft as a feather, pussy |
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[Hook:] |
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Bag full of cash, new hundreds so crispy |
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Hand count 8 stacks, snowman, got me dizzy |
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White light, blue cookie so pissy |
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Fishtailin' out the lot, drunk drivin' got me dizzy |
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She can suck me off but not kiss me |
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I'm the man in my city, pray every bullet miss me |
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I'ma make a hundred mil' like 50 |
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Smokin' kill, on the wheel, yeah these pills got me dizzy |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Yeah I'm doin' 160 |
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How the fuck I'ma spend all this money 'fore they kill me? |
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18 karat gold, I think it compliments my skin |
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I'm a shark in the water, come and swim |
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Hundred grand on the Benz |
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Hundred grand on my hand |
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Hit the store, all I buy is rubber bands, I'm the man |
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Cop heavy, your plug's not ready |
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Porsche Cayenne, gold watch frezzi |
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Smoke with the best, I'm Wiz, Spitta Andretti |
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Ain't shit you can tell me, yeah these dudes blow reggie |
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My whole crew's on power |
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One hour, move 300 sour |
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