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Call me Bill Gates |
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I told that bitch to save my number in her phone under Bill Gates ya heard me |
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Uh, ya heard me |
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I just need you to do for me what I need you to do for me and imma come through when you need me bitch |
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Ya heard me bitch |
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Bitch, ya heard me bitch! |
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Silk sweaters dirty berettas and petty vendettas |
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Niggas is jealous I get it bring it when it wherever |
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Court dates and caskets I'm tryna stay composed |
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Out on bond, on the run, won't ever sell my soul |
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Doing bad I showed up my connect a cool mil |
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At the lab tryna keep my name out the news reels |
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Or at the palms and I know the feds across the hall |
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I got a bitch who licking balls my back against the wall |
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All black photographs that speak a million words |
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One selfie with me and they think you're dealing birds |
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Louis towels and the Gucci slides |
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Bill Gates still real when it's out of style |
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I want it all, Wingstops on every corner |
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I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana |
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Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal |
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They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real |
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They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates |
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Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight |
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They started waving flags when the ruckus came |
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Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange |
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Crack money night sweats, wake up in nice sweats |
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Homemade key lime pie we cutting slices |
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All my people eat at the table when we say our grace |
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One eye open for the shooters who wanna take my place |
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Twelve disciples, I got two shooters nigga ten bodies |
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Caught a few niggas living think that I ain't bout it |
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Thinkin shirts blood stained come with the drug game |
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Cell phones tapped fast money and cum stains |
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Public defenders say a number and you niggas tremble |
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Judge dropped the mallet, mayor we'll put a bullet in you |
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Louis towels and the Gucci slides |
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Bill Gates still real when it's out of style |
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I want it all, Wingstops on every corner |
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I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana |
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Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal |
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They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real |
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They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates |
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Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight |
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They started waving flags when the ruckus came |
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Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange |
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Cold cases they wanna put me in the hot seat |
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Finger licking laugh over lobster in the front seat |
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Niggas follow me in hopes of finding my stash box |
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In the ghost like the pope, the all glass top |
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Look around I smile at you as I'm looking down |
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Bill Gates that red chevy it be thumping loud |
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I put my niggas on they feet we can't be fucking up |
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So fuck a hundred bricks, flip a hundred restaurants |
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I want it all, Wingstops on every corner |
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I want a mall and i'm about to build a benihana |
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Buying out my dogs, quarter million on a new appeal |
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They call me Bill Gates and they know the money real |
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They wanna know my name I tell them Bill Gates |
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Just blew a hundred million and I'm still straight |
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They started waving flags when the ruckus came |
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Just put a hundred kilos on the stock exchange |
