| Okay
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| Camera man we going to do like the thirty six frame, you heard me?
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| It’s movie time homie
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| Mister Hood
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| I jump up out the Bent', I’m stepping outside
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| There’s cameras everywhere
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| Yeah I’m about to go live
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| Louis V. shades, to cover my eyes
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| The paparazzi flashing, I’m about to go live
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| About to go live, live, live
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| About to go live, live, live
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| You want to be fly? |
| I’m on a G5
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| And everybody broke, ask me worldwide
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| Okay, hello to the money, good morning to the bread
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| What up to you bitches? |
| Bring me breakfast in the bed
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| Hit a button on the blinds, watch the curtains roll back
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| Took a look into the mirror, they not fucking wore of that
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| Better cut it up a notch, put more diamonds on my chest
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| Bigger stones in my ears, hundred carats in the Lex'
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| Put more horses in the 'Rari, nasty as calamari
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| Rolling out with a Barbie, hiding from paparazzi
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| Tell them I’m going live, Mister Life-of-the-Party
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| Keep my jewels in the cooler, maybe I know the mula
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| Pull up in something European so they can flash
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| In three, two, one, I’m going live on that ass
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| Now tell them tune in, I’m back at it again
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| Want to be fly like I grew up in the wind
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| I’m a bad motherfucker, arrogant as I could be
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| Fresh up out of Louis, have them wishing they was me
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| I’m sorry that you not, I’m way too fucking hot
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| And everywhere I go you better know I’m showing out
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| Got my diamonds on check, carry cash no checks
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| Want that Beamer not the Lex', now you know I’m finna flex
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| It go three, two, one, you either ready or you not
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| Make it feel like Hollywood, every time I’m stepping out
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| Custom cameras over here, and you know they over there
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| Bad bitches in my bed, smell the money in the air |