| Make it so fresh, YM
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| So fly so priceless, CMB bitch
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| Just another day on the
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| Top floor of the balcony bitch
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| Live it how we live it
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| Mula, Drizzy
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| You what it is, young appreciate that
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| Its big money poppin baby boy
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| Ain’t none of that lil biddy
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| More, mo more milli
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| More, mo more milli
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| Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly
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| Big timer on the loose
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| Got a bitch riding five
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| And everytime I pull up you know I’m iced up
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| When I step up in the club I light the bitch up
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| Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck
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| Candy paint rally stripe shining like us
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| Pearly white maybach, hatchback automatic straps stash spots under the rack
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| Bitch, ready to spray that
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| Foreign grinds hard times
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| Getting mines, you know up town
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| Big time doing time
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| You know, Harley Davis baby
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| Cash money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh
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| Baby, black, gold
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| 100 mill off the floor
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| Never told now you know how it go bitch
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| One hundred, one hundred
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| Yeah
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| Your now fucking with the most requested
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| The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with
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| And black on black 62 float majestic
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| Me and stunna in it, boy I’m just so connected
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| Caught up in a popularity contest
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| Its about to reach my dreams and I ain’t even got my arms stretched
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| Thank me later first week I’m taking all bets
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| Because a million copies isn’t really far fetched
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| I keep credit cards in cash knots
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| I keep my darkest shades on til the flash stops
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| Its for my LA girls getting them implants
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| And all my DC girls getting them ass shots
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| Got em for a reason shortie, go ahead buss it open
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| I keep a secret baby, nothings heard when nothings spoken
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| Haters talk it like my buzz isn’t enough promotion
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| And I just lost a Gucci sandal in the fucking ocean
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| Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star
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| Are all that fuels the conversations between y’all
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| And dog thats funny, pay me what you owe me nigga
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| All cash money |