| Yo, yo, yo.
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| Chorus:
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| We love the foundation, time to lock shit
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| Ladies look no more we got this
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| D.I.T.C. |
| spits the hot shit
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| And while you busy poppin' shit we’re poppin' Cris
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| Ain’t no stoppin' this like,?
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| See it’s all laced out wearing rocks and shit
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| On the set niggas start to cockglocking shit
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| Hating when we come through ya metropolis
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| I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes
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| Expensive whips, first-class trips
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| Seven days cruises, honey don’t trip
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| Excel class if ya heard room fit
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| Platinum cars, givin' no credit to me
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| Tiffany labs,?
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| H-class minerals with no floors in it
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| Be one two, with the windows all tinnit
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| And I be all in it, for Tommy Hil' send it
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| Everything is paid for, mami not rent it
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| Two albums deep, it’s all documented
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| Y’all little monkeys gon' see in a minute
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| Look, G-O-L-D in a minute
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| 'Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata !
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| It’s Di-a-mond D on ya set
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| Throwin' all G’s and charge a jet |