| Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
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| I told that nigga, I get that
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| If she
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| Ooh, spinners on a cop car
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| Atlanta, nigga
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| Doin' donuts at 200, ooh
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| I’m on the dash, I’m on the highway, whoa
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| Flying through
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| Hangin' out the window, spraying ohh
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| I do the dash on these niggas, ohh
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| I’m counting cash on 'em, whoa whoa
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| I’m smokin' 'dro, I’m pourin' lean, ohh
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| I break the bank, I blow the bank, wha
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| I’m poppin' tags, he poppin' tags
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| He swaggy and I’m flashy
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| I flatter up a Denali, no exaggeration
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| Diamonds dancin' on my faces, on my preservation
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| Presidential status
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| I just whipped the coupe, the Bentley like I’m on a banshee
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| Doin' a donut out of Magic, 360 man
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| I’m poppin' tags, I drop a lil' cash, tote 'fetti, mayn
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| Freebandz nigga, known to fuckin' get it, mayn
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| That’s on my city, mane
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| Sippin' this, sippin' this
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| Whippin' the coupe like a wide body
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| Hangin' out the window like
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| Lettin' in off from the other side
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| I whip the whip from the other side
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| I hit the scene like a homicide
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| Splash, splash
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| I told the jeweler, «Bring everything»
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| My feet to the floor, I’m on everything
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| Maserati smashin', now
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| Future ride Bentley coupe
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| Young Scooter ride Bentley coupe
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| We do the shit that bosses do
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| Real street shit
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| No rap, I’m worth a mil or two
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| Scooter always flexin'
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| I pull up and embarrass you
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| Hit up Ele’ante
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| Yeah, that’s a ice check
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| We don’t rock fake gold
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| Real diamonds 'round my neck
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| Came up in the dope hole
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| Remix out my dope bowl
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| 150 in the fast lane
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| I’m smashing on you broke hoes
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| Black Amigo gang, we love to count up
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| BM, FBG, we blood brothers
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| 500 in my blunt, that’s how I roll up
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| Blowin' fifty in the club when we turn up |