| Yo yo
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| Fucking wave, yeah
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| In that thing with the leather seats
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| Just being me, that one thing you could never be
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| Tickets to the Grammy’s, let me get a seat
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| Plus one my bitch with me
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| HS87 over everything
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| Nike checks all over me and my daughter too
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| Walking out of Cartier’s with the bags
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| Hopping out the car bumping Carter 2, bitch I thought you knew
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| Oh, and we on that Jamie Foxx
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| Oh Nike down to the ankle socks
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| Besides the studio I’m in the bank a lot
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| Jerz La Pawn (?) drank a lot, La Familia
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| I might create a plan called the audible
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| I’m in the place where everybody want a part of you
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| Don’t leave your friend alone she want to party too
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| I gas a blunt (?) hard to do
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| Please be gone with that trash ass how your artist garbage too
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| If I played me like you did I probably be dodging me too
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| Finna run up (?) money blowing hit you up
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| Damn bitch I’m rolling up, quit bouncing in the truck
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| Just learn how to give a fuck not
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| We might take off some Shottas like Teddy Bruck Shut
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| Nike every fucking time, never caught out of style
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| How about I drop a Go-Pro, whatever don’t fly
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| Don’t fly, La Familia
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| Huh, god damn y’all niggas killing us, uh
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| Y’all feeling us?
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| We gave you that swag
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| We gon' need that back, fuck nigga
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| Y’all niggas in arrears
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| Us niggas is ahead, okay (okay) |