| Shawty took my heart and she never gave it back
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| Money on my mind, I’ve been prayin' for that bag, yeah
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| La Ferrari in the back
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| On the seat, it’s a stack
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| Bitch it’s water when I come through VVs on the Patek
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| I remember they hatin', now everybody gassin'
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| And I’m hungry for the money, back then I was fastin'
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| Drop 2k up on some sneakers like this shit was Madden, yeah
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| Pressy on my wrist, bust down, ok
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| Got a flight tomorrow, had a flight yesterday
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| She on payroll, better do what I say
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| Bitch I’m independent, everything on me
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| Everything on me but it’s ok, ok, ok, yeah, yeah
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| Everything on me but it’s ok, ok, ok, oh
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| Oh my, think I lost my mind
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| Up until the morning in my thoughts, night drive (skrrt, skrrt)
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| 5am, 6am, swervin' through the traffic (swerve)
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| Bobby Tarantino on repeat, classic (on repeat, yeah)
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| Shawty took my heart and she never gave it back
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| Money on my mind, I’ve been prayin' for that bag, yeah
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| La Ferrari in the back
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| On the seat, it’s a stack (yeah)
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| Shawty took my heart and she never gave it back |
| Money on my mind, I’ve been prayin' for that bag, yeah
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| La Ferrari in the back
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| On the seat, it’s a stack, yeah
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| You know what it is when we come through
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| Bitches to my left and my right too (yeah yeah)
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| Baby who you really trynna lie to?
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| Only know fake love, shawty don’t cap
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| Yeah, I’m stayin' caked up, I’m in my bag
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| Dior up on my body and my waist got a strap
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| Homie don’t play, if you bust, that’s a wrap
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| Shawty like the devil when I look her in the eyes
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| Swear I fell in love when I saw that smile, woah
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| Rollie don’t tick tock, yeah it glide
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| Brand new i8, yeah we slide |