| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin'
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| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
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| Pull the bitch at the bus stop, I’m cuttin'
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| My friends jump in, the rims start rubbin'
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| Bangin' the trunk make the ass sit low
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| Twang to the left 'cause I see a pot hole
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| You know I had to open up the suicide doors
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| I’m up hoes when I’m parked then let the trunk close
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| Money big rig, got infinite dough
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| I’m feelin' back though that there with some 'dro
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| Dry with my ink, up and sets out the roof
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| Runnin' red lights and the slap behind me did too
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| Fans buy fly, shit know I got it
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| You’re avenue there? |
| I can get it poppin'
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| Take your bitch inside if you love that ho
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| She gonna wanna jump down with me and get go
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| Stacks on deck when a real nigga seen
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| I can make it rain while the sunshoo' beams
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| That spot in the door got it gone with the beam
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| You done bumped in the money, well you bumped into me
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| Rumor goin' round that I hooked up with Ron
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| Boy stay tuned I’m a show you what I done
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| Talk about button-button up for the winter
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| You don’t know why I eat a wing dinner |
| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin'
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| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
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| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin'
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| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
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| I’m not a rapper just a daily gettin' good money
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| MTV ask me how I’m livin', really good homie (look at me dog)
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| I used to have a job waitin' but they ain’t paid me shit
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| Before I hit the road with music plus the bangers biz
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| Don’t like to talk a lot just keep my business on the low
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| If you ain’t hustlin' for your paper what you hustlin' for?
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| Stop trickin' with them bitches, start stackin' get them bitches
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| Throw 26's on them bitches call them 'pendages
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| I’m popped up, lookin' great, haters hate my C’s
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| Might be bathin' ape, chrome 38 for you slimy snakes, bake a cake
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| Bring it back, I lose grounds I’m a bring it back my pocket straight
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| H-Town where nigga stay, but all 50 states where a nigga lay
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| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin'
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| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
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| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin'
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| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |
| Cream soda, home chromies what I’m tippin'
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| Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I’m grippin'
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| Cream soda, home chromies what I’m tippin'
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| Grippin' on granite if you wonder what I’m grippin'
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| (I feel I break this light off)
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| Topped up, I’m stackin' mine
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| Rock the rock and it’s my time
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| You ever see I’m to get money crunk
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| And I ask that money from the underground
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| Ass low, ass k, boy no we some penetrate
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| Far from the club on 20 years dub
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| Chuck the deuce, 'cause I love to hate it
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| Bop the boppin' I’ll tip the crawlin'
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| Left the club then I hit the Harlem
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| Check the wrist for the yellow diamonds
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| The question is how hard we ballin'?
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| Top down no sunroof, diamonds on my every tooth
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| Think you got a cop car, superstar luck
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| So really I ain’t trippin' on nothin' fool
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| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin'
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| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button
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| I’m popped up twice, ain’t trippin' on nothin'
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| Fuckin' boys up on superstar button |