| Watch me turn this batch into a speedboat
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| Seen two sun seekers racing to the island
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| I told my homegirl I need those
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| So know I’m playing the game with a cheat code
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| Feed These beats something to eat
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| Brown sugar Rolls Royce carnish, trust ain’t nothing sweet
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| I got it out the mud, I need a second of toothbrush
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| Clean my sneaks, deadstock vintage pieces on my feet
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| Hoes say you soft, pretend you can’t talk
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| Smoke weed, keep the peace but prepare for way
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| Precious money stacks them suckers probably come for
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| So, I send my shorty to the gun store
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| Safe keepin' that bitch off safety
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| Smoking large at the Oysters bar
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| Tip the waitress a Franklin and another for my pie zone
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| I scratched off in my sports car
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| Pulled into a underground parking garage
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| Switched whip clickin' the potential tails off
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| I’m all about that mail dawg work so hard
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| Don’t even notice when it’s paying off
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| All they see is the paper
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| But they don’t understand it the way I got it
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| All they see is the paper
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| But they don’t understand it the way I got it
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| All they see is the paper
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| But they don’t understand it the way I got it
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| All they see is the paper
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| But they don’t understand it the way I got it
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| Six air flights, middle of the night
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| Get us what we like and what we need
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| No bed I’m a sleep when I hit my seat
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| Adidas slides on my feet, pack of broads
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| Make my cypher complete
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| I gotta get it, can’t miss a beat
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| Coppin' jewels for the summer just to get the cheeks
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| I’m in something unique
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| To get the cheese that’s my destiny
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| White first class ain’t no longer question
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| Drink filled with the best
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| Hit it once, fill it in your chest
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| Ain’t about the game, then I can’t invest
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| Wouldn’t expect nothing less
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| Get a chick put her to the test
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| Can she get the pack through with no arrest
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| Them haters came from the left
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| But I was high, so I’ve seen the money and the fam
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| Nothing come between them, putting all bets on my team
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| I be gone all summer 16
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| my angels, keep my rides clean
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| You niggas know what I mean
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| All they see is the paper
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| But they don’t understand it the way I got it
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| All they see is the paper
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| But they don’t understand it the way I got it
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| All they see is the paper
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| But they don’t understand it the way I got it
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| All they see is the paper
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| But they don’t understand it the way I got it |