| Where that champagne at?
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| Yeah, we trying to get faded
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| Tell the DJ put us in rotation
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| Motherfuck that playlist
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| These 808s knock, shit’s ignorant, the hoes flock
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| Getting paper just don’t stop
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| So we’re never watching that clock
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| She back it up and then drop
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| It’s nasty, and I like it
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| She down to ditch her side kick
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| Just to be my side chick
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| I’m addicted to all that fly shit
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| You know chains, watches, cars, houses
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| I ain’t get it off of these ounces
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| I got it all from clubs bouncing
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| And bein' crazy enough to need counseling
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| We standing up on these couches
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| Our whole section is clownin'
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| We made it off of our talents
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| And it wasn’t even a challenge
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| All this liquor I’m downing
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| Got me bout to lose my balance
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| Said we ok, just mix a little bit of vodka with that OJ
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| Throwing shots of patron, we on man they was foreplay
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| Cause we about to turn it up
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| Tell the dj turn it up
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| Cause we don’t give a fuck
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| And that’s wassup, wassup, yeah that’s wassup
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| That’s wassup, wassup, yeah that’s wassup
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| That’s wassup, wassup, yeah that’s wassup
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| You getting paid, well go and do your thang
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| All about that life, found out tonight how you really roll
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| Man that ain’t your wife, just gotta let that go
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| These hoes choosin', who are you to try to stop
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| Chase down the profit then you ain’t got to worry bout it
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| They like Prada, Louie, Gucci, Fendi
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| Niggas ridin' in them Bentleys, they got bitches, oh so many
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| That’s why I’m doin' me, livin' cool
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| I don’t like to make shit difficult
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| But we wild out, act a fool, party startin' in the afternoon
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| We twistin' up, hittin high, she like to roll, got her own supply
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| Put that away, we smokin' mine
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| In this club I pay the fine
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| Take a drink this ain’t no wine
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| This is red cups with lean inside
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| We have a good time so be advised
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| When you rollin' out with me and mines |