| All up in my jeans, all up in my jeans
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| All up in my jeans, crease all in my jeans
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| Hundred bands my jeans, Alexander McQueen
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| Yeah, they hating on me, red lean
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| I got lot of lean, red beam
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| 'Cause I got the check, 'cause I got the Tech
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| Yeah, I run this shit, Goyard hold the dick
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| My car fast as shit, your broad on my dick
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| I don’t want that bitch, I want top, no sex
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| I pull up on shit, diamonds wet like piss
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| Got these niggas sick, leave the check up quick
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| Ricky on me too, yeah, Raffy on me too
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| Damn, I flex on you, I just tell the truth
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| Half a mil, no deal, might pop one more pill
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| I was born to kill, that’s why shit so real
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| Shooting like a sport, watch me clear the court
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| Won’t show up to court, might just pour up more
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| Might count up some more then I go on tour
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| Money on the floor, I need bands like Floyd
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| Smoke that money, let’s blow it
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| Smoke that money, let’s blow it |