| Boy you hit, flip the case
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| Gucci bib, wait (wait)
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| Diamond brace, sip a fifth
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| Namaste, wait (wait)
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| Booty thick, met her kid
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| No damn way, yeah (yeah)
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| Couple checks, on my wrist
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| I’m okay, yeah (huh)
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| Broke my wrist wrist wrist, getting paid, yeah
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| Don’t dismiss Big Trippy, ride the the wave, yeah
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| Me and baby getting money, now we faded
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| I don’t need nobody else we getting famous
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| So I’m posted with your mommy
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| Popping bubbly, lay the pipe
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| She tryna cuff me, don’t be sussy
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| Last years wrist was kinda crusty
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| Now we shining in a Chevy
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| Baby Gravy slightly trendy
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| Hit the defrost, mighty icy
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| Hit the zoo, that cougar feisty
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| She took my pants, she made me dance, she joust my lance
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| I hit my branch, I store a check, I run a rack
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| I’m kinda dry, I need some sauce, a dab of ranch
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| Them China money, China hunnies, in a trance (bbno$)
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| Wrist on my wrist
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| Pass it to Gravy, dunk on your bitch
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| It’s an assist
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| Clout be a gift, run up the thrift
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| Flow be so swift
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| Stacking this money, high like a cliff, yeah
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| I be so smooth
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| Same as the Jiff, no time for a glitch, baby
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| Big cup, two sips
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| Half full, gassed up
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| Two checks, one banks
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| Half full, gassed up
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| Big thot, good brain
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| Relay, gassed up
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| Baby, Rich
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| Trippy, gassed up
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| Boy you hit, flip the case
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| Gucci bib, wait (wait)
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| Diamond brace, sip a fifth
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| Namaste, wait (wait)
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| Booty thick, met her kid
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| No damn way, yeah (yeah)
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| Couple checks, on my wrist
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| I’m okay, yeah (huh)
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| Broke my wrist wrist wrist, getting paid, yeah
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| Don’t dismiss Big Trippy, ride the the wave, yeah
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| Me and baby getting money, now we faded
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| I don’t need nobody else we getting famous
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| With a wrist like this
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| You would think yo bitch
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| Would be all on this
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| But I don’t want that
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| I don’t let no hoes
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| Get up on my bros
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| Cause I love myself
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| And I got one back
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| Home and I’m hopin she still gonna feel for me
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| Love doesn’t fade in a day, nah
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| Tired of working this job like I know
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| I deserve more than minimum wage, yeah
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| Get with the program, uh
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| Need them checks and I need more bands
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| Need my wrist so frozen, uh
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| Bones all cold cause the chains I’ve chosen
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| Blunts I’m blowing, uh
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| Never seen a bint that big I know it
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| Never stop flowin, uh
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| Down my river, I need my liver
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| Keep going, rolling, never stop roasting
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| Coasting motion, I’m in my zone and I
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| Notice Trippy been golden, bitch I been
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| Throwing curve balls, blunts have been swollen
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| Look at me like, «what's good?»
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| Everything good when you livin' like us
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| Look at me like, «what's good?»
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| Everything good when you livin' like us
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| I been blowing dope, smokin' best smoke that I ever smoked
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| Got me fuckin' chokin', choked up, baby lemme go
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| Hope that you can feel me right now, I guess if you don’t
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| We ain’t gotta work this shit out, I just gotta blow
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| Boy you hit, flip the case
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| Gucci bib, wait (wait)
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| Diamond brace, sip a fifth
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| Namaste, wait (wait)
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| Booty thick, met her kid
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| No damn way, yeah (yeah)
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| Couple checks, on my wrist
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| I’m okay, yeah (huh)
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| Broke my wrist wrist wrist, getting paid, yeah
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| Don’t dismiss Big Trippy, ride the the wave, yeah
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| Me and baby getting money, now we faded
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| I don’t need nobody else we getting famous
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| Bbno$
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| It’s Jason Rich, baby |