| Adidas slides, when I arrive
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| Hundreds socks, money knots
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| Left a couple killers outside, under strict instruction
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| If I ain’t back in 15 minutes, They tryin somethin, Rush em
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| Chichi get the yayo
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| We could shape into what we want like Play-Doh, with this batch
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| A Ferrari FF hatchback
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| Brown cajun, blazin out the sour patch
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| Time lapsed, clouds passed, My mind wraps around plans to bring in more cash
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| Make em more mad, Jernt burnin slow
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| Biscayne Bay, Cigarrete Boats go fast
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| I know what they used to call em, because Im OG used to ballin
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| Now homie you can’t see, but you pretend that you was lookin for em
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| In a player ass loft witcho girlfriend cookin for em
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| Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know
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| Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
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| A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know
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| Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know
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| Fifty roaches in the ashtray
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| Smokin better than good on a bad day
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| I could see my cars from this balcony
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| Bitch you could touch the stars from this balcony
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| Schoolin em
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| Teachers lounge, Drinkin crown with the faculty
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| To trade this, I had to be crazy bitch
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| Thought I made dumb decisions til they saw I made it stupid rich
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| Played it smart with my mind, not my heart
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| Automatic start, and assisted parallel park
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| And I don’t even like new cars, this for my broad
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| Grind hard with my dogs
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| Day oners, front runners, the done numbers
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| 1997 Bulletproof Hummers
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| 61 Impalas with the gold bumpers
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| Double antennas
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| Rap hustlin ass niggas smokin out yo bidness center for the whole winter
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| Money hoes clothes, yea that’s all a nigga know
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| Stars on the roof bitch, marble on the floor
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| A hunnit jernts comin yea that’s all a nigga know
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| Tell the truth you know I get it bitch, and all these niggas know |