| All this expensive linen, it got me feelin' like John with the Beatles
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| Lifestyle high fashion
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| I went and spent about three on my denim
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| Rollin' down Abbey Road and I’m drivin' slow, blowin' gas out the foreign, uh
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| Feelin' like oh, darling, I cannot leave you, no, Iike I’m McCartney, uh
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| Now and then I think I need you
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| But sometimes I feel like I don’t
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| Chrome Heart the chain, gang swang
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| All this money make me cold, uh
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| Drippin' in Dior-y fabrics
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| Money comin' in, no nitro
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| None of my bitches average
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| And my neck and wrist look like a lightshow with the pyro
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| All this mony treat me differnt
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| Baddies treat me like I’m Hendrix
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| Cartier frames be my lensies
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| Black Beatle, John Lennon
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| Big ol' baguetties, boogers in my tennis
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| Mike Amiris with the spinach
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| Aw yeah, Black Beatle, John Lennon
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| Going to fly away
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| Can you imagine?
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| A nigga so classic
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| Mike Amiri be my fashion
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| Fly away
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| Can you imagine?
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| Lifestyle ain’t average
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| John Lennon with the Patek
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| Uh-uh-uh
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| Stackin' hundreds in the rubber bands 'til they bust out
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| You can’t compare me to no other nigga, I’m Clearport and they bus route
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| Aw yeah, blew a hundred piece on the bustdown
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| I two-tone the Patek and plain jane the AP, that pole is a must now
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| Uh, I Maxwell with the silver hammer, know it’s up now
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| We come together and she call me your majesty, I give her them tough rounds
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| Now and then, feel like I need you
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| Sometimes I feel like I don’t
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| Chrome Heart the chain, gang swang
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| Big money make me cold
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| All this money treat me different
|
| Baddies treat me like I’m Hendrix
|
| Cartier frames be my lensies
|
| Black Beatle, John Lennon
|
| Big ol' baguetties, boogers in my tennis
|
| Mike Amiris with the spinach
|
| Aw yeah, Black Beatle, John Lennon
|
| Going to fly away
|
| Can you imagine?
|
| A nigga so classic
|
| Mike Amiri be my fashion
|
| Fly away
|
| Can you imagine?
|
| Lifestyle ain’t average
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| John Lennon with the Patek |