| Yeah ha-ha, the way we shine
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| The way we grind, Play-N-Skillz
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| Big Tuck big bucks, we don’t give a fuck
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| Yeah we shining we grinding, hey let’s go
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| The big boss man, with a boss plan
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| I got a loft man, you can run laps and
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| Without touching some’ing, it ain’t much of nothing
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| But a lil' luxury, five place surround bumping
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| Get your paper right, you a stunner right
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| My house where the sight, living room Harley bike
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| We’ll out-stunt that, Houston I’ll stunt back
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| 600 fuck that, McClaren nigga black on black
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| Plus a Maybach, dub-deuce black flat
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| I’ll mase cats, box Chevy stretch that
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| I’m on another level, you better come too
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| Bring your funds too, new stones aqua blue
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| Chain froze up, chain froze up
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| In a big body, in a big body
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| Chain froze up, chain froze up
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| In a big body, in a big body
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| Five leather change, five leather change
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| Five leather change, five-five leather change
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| Break bread with me, break bread with me
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| Break bread with me, five-five leather change
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| Teeth stay glowing, Crys' stay po’ing
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| Hoes stay hoe’ing, they niggas ain’t knowing |
| Money making here, ain’t no faking here
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| Ain’t no stopping here, big house and belvedier
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| All my diamonds clear, meet me at the Cube Appear
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| Cocaine Pier, come back with a souvenir
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| I’m a cookie cooker, call me cookie booker
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| Grade A fish scale, like pure sugar
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| You know the caine’ll hook ya, make ya hook a hooker
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| Where your bitch at, I guess them pimps took her
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| Well let that hoe go, bug you a kilo
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| If it ain’t Cuban, fine you an amigo
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| Gotta get this cash, pop tags Louis bags
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| You at Six Flags, we tour at six flags
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| Keep a big stack, hood mall-rats
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| That is a fact, I got a big mack
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| Ain’t it ain’t a burger, bang may scurr ya
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| Stud custom inserts, and they will serve ya
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| New Gucci linen, rap style’s forbidden
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| Paris, France, New York even Great Britain
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| You soft as a kitten, your hobbies are needless
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| I’m swinging they miss us, rap deadly when bitten
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| Your cubics are foggy, my diamonds stay glossy
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| Haters they lost me, cocoa Foose in my swaucey |