| I’ma pull up in a Masi', me and the whip got a body
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| 'Cause shit, I don’t need a colonic, I count up a check in a bonnet
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| Kehlani I got a tsunami, put it on when they get a new line in
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| All this drip, don’t need no stylist, hellcat pussy low mileage
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| She got to wad up her tab
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| Graduated from the U of finesse
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| Your nigga hit me, wanna give me a check
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| Got niggas in line, bitches depressed, yeah
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| I’m fly and finesse
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| He pay when he callin' collect
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| Lil' copy go back to your desk
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| I’m hurting these bitches, I ain’t even dressed
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| This t-shirt, Versace
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| This two piece, Cavalli
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| He eat me, hibachi
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| Now that’s some sloppy toppy
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| Ride like a Kawasaki, this Chanel now, no Huaraches
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| Talk your shit, I’m on your block and we ain’t pullin' no Tekashi
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| 2018 when I bag it up
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| Versace gold leaf, this is madded up
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| I don’t know why niggas mad at us
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| Drag a bitch right out her Acura
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| Left him, his wallet ain’t that enough?
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| Throwin' out ones, you can add it up
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| Bet he gon' eat it like Dracula
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| This ain’t a war, but I’m actin' up
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| You’ll get popped, no Pennywise
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| Money get stacked up ceiling-high
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| Weekend coupe, no enterprise
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| Got 'em right now, no gettin' back
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| Brand new drip, Chanel slides
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| Them mothafuckas hurt, but they still fly
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| No pressure, you ain’t gotta sell that
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| Wake up next day I’m still high
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| Chanel bag, Chanel tag
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| These weak bitches gon' steal swag
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| Chanel slides, Chanel fly
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| Bitch goin' broke tryna get fly
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| Chanel bag, Chanel tag
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| These weak bitches gon' steal swag
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| Chanel slides, Chanel fly
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| Bitch goin' broke tryna get fly
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| I’ma pull up in the Porsche
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| Me and money married, no divorce
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| Makin' bitches sick with no remorse
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| You just gotta let it run its course
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| See I got the drip like its coke
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| Snortin' D, I’m runnin' down your throat
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| Hands down you won’t get a vote
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| Yogi bears, they don’t want no smoke
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| My neck game match my wrist game
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| Flaunt a victory like I’m Liu Kang
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| Your ex-boyfriend is my new man
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| And I’ma slurp it up like its lo mein
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| Face it, big big checks I chase it
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| Double C’s even when I’m naked
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| Sittin' pretty ready for the taking
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| And I’m waiting
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| A 100 grand wrapped in a rubber band
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| Hit Saks Fifth I’ma pop that
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| Spent 20 grand on Chanel bags
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| Such a bad habit, need to stop that
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| Ain’t nothing changed but the money
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| Stack it 'till it starts spillin' on me
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| I’m the Shug Avery of this, honey
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| And y’all hoes sure is ugly
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| You’ll get popped, no Pennywise
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| Money get stacked up ceiling-high
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| Weekend coupe, no enterprise
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| Got 'em right now, no gettin' back
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| Brand new drip, Chanel slides
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| Them mothafuckas hurt, but they still fly
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| No pressure, you ain’t gotta sell that
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| Wake up next day I’m still high
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| Chanel bag, Chanel tag
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| These weak bitches gon' steal swag
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| Chanel slides, Chanel fly
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| Bitch goin' broke tryna get fly
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| Chanel bag, Chanel tag
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| These weak bitches gon' steal swag
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| Chanel slides, Chanel fly
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| Bitch goin' broke tryna get fly |