| Whip cold, get dough, different flows
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| I killed the last beat, I’m out on parole
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| You know the code, point scene, money gone
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| You know what I’m on, pass the styrofoam
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| Oh I feel good, oh I feel good
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| Oh I feel good, oh I feel good
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| Oh I feel good, oh I feel good
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| Oh I feel good, oh I feel good
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| Hey, motivated, woke up like I’m gonna make it
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| I had a dream I seen Serena playin' tennis naked
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| Formulate a plot, conversate with Glocks
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| Bang bang motherfucker this is gun talk
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| I got a fresh pair step and get fresh air
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| Yves St. Laurent spring collect wear, yeah
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| And I’ve been on my paper route
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| A lot of zeros in my motherfuckin' bank account
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| One of a kind, Bond Number Nine
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| Powder on my chest, diamonds on my neck
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| I drop the work and make it back flip
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| I’m a walking poster child for Saks Fifth
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| In the catalog where it say next year
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| Put my order in this is Corvette gear
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| In the T top with her knees cocked
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| I’m so motherfuckin' high nigga tree top
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| I feel good, laid back, feet up
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| I know my money low, I just re’d up
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| Got my car, no keys but
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| Left the Gucci store, all G’d up
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| Yeah, on to the next one
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| If you see smoke, that’s our section
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| If you see ho’s, that’s our selection
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| At the strip club during a recession |