| You dig?
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| Uh, feel bad, go everyday, understand this
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| A lot of money, yeah, uh wait
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| A lot of jewelery, I look like a check nigga
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| Whip up a 8-ball, look like milk
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| Tryna take my chain and get killed
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| They talk like they gangsta, not built
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| I jump out the wraith off a pill
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| I fuck your bitch, I don’t kiss her (Never)
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| I don’t know how it feel to miss her (I don’t)
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| I’m on some shit, like a tissue
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| .50 my clip for the issue
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| I dropped a bag on a marching band
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| Sticks and drums, is you dumb?
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| Where I am from, we tat the hood on us
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| Get a gun, a nigga run
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| I always knew money would come
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| Bend your bitch over, get all in her guts
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| I’m kicking shit like I punt
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| I switch up my bitch every month
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| I be with blood and with crip
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| In love with the avenue, hugging the strip
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| Jump out the wagon, got hunnids to get
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| Play 21 Savage, while fuckin' your bitch
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| Wake up, and go take a trip
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| I’m drunk off Champagne, and I’m orderin' shrimp
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| It ain’t hard to notice I’m rich, I had a dream that we all hit a lick
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| Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
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| I don’t want no issues, I look like a check
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| I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
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| I know that they plottin', I look like a check
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| I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
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| I run up them dollars, I look like a check
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| All my young niggas gon' wild for check
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| Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check
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| Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
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| I don’t want no issues, I look like a check
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| I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
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| I know that they plottin', I look like a check
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| I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
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| I run up them dollars, I look like a check
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| All my young niggas gon' wild for a check
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| Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex
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| Offset!
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| Bullets gon' send them a message
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| Got thots and barbies sittin' all in my section
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| Water on my cross, on my chest like a Reverend
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| Tie up my shoes, little bitch, you a peasent
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| Yeah, the freakazoid piece, got it custom
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| I get the AP, I’m quick to go bust it
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| Yeah, momma told me watch the suckers
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| You got the check, now don’t let niggas pluck you
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| Grandma done die now I’m cover
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| Still having dreams, on the swings with my brother
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| I want that seein' demons and commas
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| You don’t see why? |
| I’ve been flexin' all summer
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| On the narcotics then turn to a zombie
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| 200k for the Jet, go to London
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| Do what I say, shoot the K out the Hummer
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| Servin' the yay out my grandmama dungeon
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| I got a bad lil' hoe
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| Diamonds looking like they call lil' hoe
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| Perking niggas for the cash, hello
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| Finesse a nigga with the swag, I blow
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| I get the paper, smooth operator
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| Throw you in a pool full of gators
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| Crawlin' in the coupes, now or later
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| Taking off my roof, now or later
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| Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
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| I don’t want no issues, I look like a check
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| I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
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| I know that they plottin', I look like a check
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| I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
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| I run up them dollars, I look like a check
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| All my young niggas gon' wild for check
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| Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check
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| Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
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| I don’t want no issues, I look like a check
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| I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
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| I know that they plottin', I look like a check
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| I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
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| I run up them dollars, I look like a check
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| All my young niggas gon' wild for a check
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| Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex
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| I had a Audemar, I had a Rollie, but I swear ain’t nothin' that’s like my Patek
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| I got a chance to get all of these millions, got no time for chillin',
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| I wake up like, «Next»
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| I had an uncle that used to get money uptown, he used to make me get fresh
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| I had on Gucci, before I could tell you what it was and I had it on in the
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| 'jects
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| Up like I don’t want no rest
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| Gucci blue, I want a jet, for diamonds we come at your neck
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| My foot on they neck and these bitches combine with Gabana and Dolce,
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| it fit me the best
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| I’m in Bal Harbour with back-ends, I might get head from a fat friend
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| If we don’t know you, then we taxing
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| I’m from New York, she love my accent
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| I remember I was trappin', duct tape another package
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| You livin' like it couldn’t happen, fuck nigga, you just rappin'
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| I know some demons, I’m a savage
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| Molly in her, got her laughing
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| Don’t compare, I’m not no average
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| Itches staring, 'cause I’m flashing
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| Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
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| I don’t want no issues, I look like a check
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| I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
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| I know that they plottin', I look like a check
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| I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
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| I run up them dollars, I look like a check
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| All my young niggas gon' wild for check
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| Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check
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| Diamonds all on me, I walk with a pistol
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| I don’t want no issues, I look like a check
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| I’m at the bank, 'bout to make a deposit
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| I know that they plottin', I look like a check
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| I’m in Givenchy, Louis and Prada
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| I run up them dollars, I look like a check
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| All my young niggas gon' wild for a check
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| Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a check, flex |