| Money comin' in, gotta count it, it’s a must
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| Since you smokin' niggas, that’s a Hot Cheeto puff
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| All these niggas do is walk around like they tough
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| 'Til a nigga get shot like Mussolin’s butt
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| Fuck all that shit, I don’t gotta act hard (Nah)
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| 21 and I’m walkin' with a black card (Yeah)
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| Ran up a check, I should be a track star
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| He ain’t eatin' right, so I make the cat fart
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| Right on that nigga face (Haha)
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| Should’ve saw his expression, look like he got maced
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| Fuck what that nigga say (Fuck him, fuck him)
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| Shoes untied, but I still win a race
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| I’m on a whole 'nother level, bitch, I stand out (Stand out)
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| Cookie jar bitches got they hands out (Hands out)
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| If you don’t answer, then I’m at your man’s house (Man's house)
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| Nickname, «Get More,» 'cause he ran out
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| What trends have you set? |
| Can I ask? |
| (Can I ask?)
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| Rockin' lace fronts but you come in last
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| Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag (What?)
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| Same bitch wear clothes with a tag
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| Weak ass music got my ear bleedin'
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| My bitches don’t jump, we ain’t cheerleadin'
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| Noise in the crib, I don’t fear demons
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| Claimin' they woke, but they still dreamin'
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| Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup
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| Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks
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| When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck
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| Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks (Hahaha)
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| So much money, I don’t know what to do with it (Do with it)
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| Might fuck around, tie my shoe with it (Shoe with it)
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| Same-ass me with a new image (New image)
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| We all know why shorty tooth missin'
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| I get straight to it, I don’t stall (I don’t stall)
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| Edges on Mr. Clean, bitch, bald (Bald head)
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| You said that pussy tighter than a straw
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| But he told me he couldn’t even feel it raw
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| Okay, um, hello
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| Scared bitch, scarecrow
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| Some of my nails broke
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| 'Cause I made her eye match her elbow, wait
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| Ain’t got time for no rival (Rival)
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| I stay booked like the Bible (Bible)
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| In these streets, I’m so liable
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| To tote that rifle and send hoes higher than the Eiffel
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| Shit never stop like a hot mom
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| I’m here to the end like dot com
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| Rastas pull up like, «Wagwan?»
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| «Let me know if you need a new shotgun»
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| I’m like, «Okay, merch that, uncle»
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| Too much money, how can I be humble?
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| I can never be a letdown, save that for the hair up on Rapunzel
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| Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup
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| Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks
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| When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck
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| Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks |