| Yeah his money growing like the garden
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| And his diamonds they dancin' they saucin'
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| And they ask who the kid they can’t guard him
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| Naa they cannot keep him from balling
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| And he keep a fever when he walking
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| Just in case these niggas might of lost it
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| He gon' leave him right there they gon' chalk it
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| He don’t ever ever miss a target
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| And they ask who the kid they can’t guard him
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| And they ask who the kid they can’t guard him
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| And he don’t say excuse me or pardon
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| And he score with the rock like he harden
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| Head OT and we changing the market
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| And it’s drip on the scene when he walk in
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| Mix the Louboutin with the Givenchy
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| War time and he do him like John Wick
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| Naav you don’t want it
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| He see blood and he vomit
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| Seen the future yea I called it
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| I knew these bitches gone change up
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| And this 40 make him change up
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| Niggas need to get they range up
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| Niggas need to get they cake up
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| Man these niggas they lame bruh
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| I was bleaching in da trap
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| Countin' hella racks I was in it for days bruh
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| Lil nigga better chill
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| Better play it cool bro give you a facial
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| Never lacking yea he keep it close
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| Everywhere they see us they know
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| Pick 'em out eenie miney mo
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| Anywhere we see 'em we blow
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| Yeah his money growing like the garden
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| And his diamonds they dancin' they saucin'
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| And they ask who the kid they can’t guard him
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| Naa they cannot keep him from balling
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| And he keep a fever when he walking
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| Just in case these niggas might of lost it
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| He gon' leave him right there they gon' chalk it
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| He don’t ever ever miss a target
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| And they ask who the kid they can’t guard him
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| I got on designer my garment
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| This drip you can’t homage
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| Smokin' your friend got me coughing
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| Feel like a collar I’m popping
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| My young nigga drilling often
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| I took a trip out to Compton
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| Bad bitch said she wanna go shopping
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| Kinda funny cause you know I ain’t trickin it
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| Not fuckin' for free feel like pimping it
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| Kawalin' saying that you celibate
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| I sold a lot you sell a little bit
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| You saw the opps you started fidgeting
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| I’m up on the block where it’s dangerous
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| Spot a nigga then we takin him
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| Fishy we pull up we flaming em
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| Diamonds they dancing like Jackson
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| Telling me they so annoying
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| Don’t need to pass just like Iverson
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| If it ain’t bout dollar it’s boring
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| She from the dot but look foreign
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| Gettin' the bag and I’m snoring
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| I think she want to go touring
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| Member the days serving Norman
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| Yeah his money growing like the garden
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| And his diamonds they dancin' they saucin'
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| And they ask who the kid they can’t guard him
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| Naa they cannot keep him from balling
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| And he keep a fever when he walking
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| Just in case these niggas might of lost it
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| He gon' leave him right there they gon' chalk it
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| He don’t ever ever miss a target
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| And they ask who the kid they can’t guard him |