| I get money, 50 hundreds
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| Diamonds shinin', now you want me
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| I’m cookin' onions
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| I’m cookin' it up, I’m cookin' it up, I’m cookin' it up
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| I’m cookin' it up, I’m cookin' it up, I’m cookin' it up
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| I’m cookin' it up, Rich Homie Quan gettin' money
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| Promoters keep bookin' me up, can’t remember last time I was off on a sunday
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| They on YouTube lookin' me up, tell VMI keep the checks comin'
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| Now a young nigga livin' it up, I remember I didn’t have nothin'
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| Me just goin' crazy, nigga gettin' lazy, still in the kitchen whippin' it up
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| Talkin' bout feelings, Rich Homie don’t give a fuck
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| Walk around, pants saggin' with that pistol tucked
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| That’s your girl? |
| Come and get her 'fore I woof woof, Mystikal
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| Diamonds, they crystal clear, ridin' in these brand new cars
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| Flyin' in that private Lear, straight from the highway
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| I’m gon' say how it feel, cash out if I want it
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| Fuck a record deal, Ca$h Out, what you told 'em?
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| Catch me on a beach, lookin' like a ki
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| Smellin' like a ki, I know you watchin' me
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| She like «Put your cock in me», I’m gettin' broccoli
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| Choppin' the bricks like a rooster
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| You step on the bricks, I got 'Licia Keys
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| We servin', we servin', we servin'
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| I get yo' girlfriend, you know that she twerkin'
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| She got that sloppy toppy, we call it Slurpee
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| I feel like 2Pac, everywhere I go, I’m shirtless, hah-hah
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| Cook it up, cook it up, cook it up
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| Google me, Google me, look me up
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| Bitches tryna figure out my net worth
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| I’m tryna figure out how that neck work |