| Walked in this bitch and tossed a hundred bands up
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| I just blew a check
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| Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
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| Young nigga laughing to the bank
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| She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
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| They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
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| Never talking much, tell em holler then
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| Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then
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| Both hands, my Vs up, ain’t talking bout Virginia
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| Wide body, they freeze up, slide with something slender nigga
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| Drink when I want, smoke when I want
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| If you stick to the script, how you change up the story
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| Alligator my watch, call it crocodile dungeon
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| Your bitch stay on the jock, like the hand of Al Bundy
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| Nigga dripping in water, neck’s all frigid
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| VH1, E channel, know you see us on TV
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| From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez
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| Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my shit
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| From the bleachers they watching, Porsche Julio Chavez
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| Shawty hit the club, tell the DJ go and play my shit
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| Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up
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| I just blew a check
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| Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
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| Young nigga laughing to the bank
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| She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
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| They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
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| Never talking much, tell em holler then
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| Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then
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| Hate to fall from this height, bounce back
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| Take a selfie in the mirror and shawty make it bounce back
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| Versace on my face cause the coupe from space
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| And this bitch is all white like heaven, open up the gates
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| So before you drop it boil in the water like the eye
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| Got a main bitch and another on the side
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| Four car garage, which one I’ll decide
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| Fuck up out my dope house, hurry up and buy
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| Nigga think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45
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| Young nigga spending money we gone blow it every time
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| Nigga think it’s 7:30, we be 7:45
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| Young nigga spending money we gone blow it every time
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| Walked in this bitch and tossed 100 bands up
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| I just blew a check
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| Nigga talking money but they never saying nothing
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| Young nigga laughing to the bank
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| She ain’t tryna fuck, tell her holler then
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| They ain’t bout a buck, told em holler then
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| Never talking much, tell em holler then
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| Feet up on the clutch, tell em holler then |