| I’m rolling while drinking, pouring and thinking
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| Twisting my fingers, they know who my gang is
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| Shots of that Jag and I’m already faded
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| Still independent, still got to get it
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| No need for names cause they know who I came with
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| Not a cashier but I know where that change is
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| Bottles and franks, but I know where champagne is
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| Plus I’m bilingual, I know what he saying
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| Plus I’m that nigga, there’s no need for banging
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| Unless you a dummy, then I explain it
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| Know who I’m bringing so fuck what they saying
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| Fucking niggas, why is you playing?
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| Games is all dumb and I ain’t with the lame shit
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| Made your bitch come in and fucked your old lady
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| Still what you hating, man you be crazy
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| Ooh, all these bands, Imma spend it all on you
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| Real niggas in here, I brought em through
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| Champagne’s all that I drink, take straight shots, no chase
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| Ain’t no other way, it’s going up
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| It’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up
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| It’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up
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| Ain’t going down
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| It’s going up
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| It’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up
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| It’s going up, it’s going up, it’s going up
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| Ain’t going down, it’s going up
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| Still getting paid with my niggas
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| The bitch still tryna get a picture
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| Never switched up, yeah the money still the mission
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| Got a few bands, if I like it then I spend it
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| Roll up a blunt, then I spark it
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| Watch the camera shoot pics like a target
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| Fable how I’m feeling when I hit it
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| Money ain’t an option, Imma blow it when I get it
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| Get it, get it, these niggas still in this bitch tipping
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| Couple songs later on she might get richer
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| You smoke good weed, but the pack a little different
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| Cones or the dutchs, I don’t ever do the swishers
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| Still got that cross on the denim
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| Still pull up with a car full of women |