| Ooh-oh, oh
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| All these diamonds on my neckpiece
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| I been runnin' to the checks, bitch, yeah
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| (Census, what you cookin')
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| I might pop out, yeah, I’m the hottest in my city
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| No, these niggas ain’t on shit
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| Yeah, I pop out with this chopper, it’s got a little extra kick
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| I told her, «Drop down,"she can be my East Atlanta bitch
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| And we been flyin' in that coupe and I won’t slow down
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| Watch my money run up rapidly and I slow down
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| She know I need her location when I touch down
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| I hate when I get in my head, no, I can’t slow down
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| I keep a Glock with a beam, 'cause I don’t trust a nigga 'round here
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| Yeah, smoke-free, niggas can’t even breathe the same air
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| We way too up on you niggas, I really hate when they compare
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| I fuck the baddest thots in Cali', not a person was here (Oh-oh)
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| I feel like flexin', diamonds on this necklace cost a heavy check, bitch,
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| oh-oh (Oh-ooh-oh, oh)
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| How could you stress about these hoes when you could run this shit up?
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| I might pop out, yeah, I’m the hottest in my city
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| No, these niggas ain’t on shit
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| Yeah, I pop out with this chopper, it’s got a little extra kick
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| I told her, «Drop down,"she can be my East Atlanta bitch
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| And we been flyin' in that coupe and I won’t slow down
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| Watch my money run up rapidly and I slow down
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| She know I need her location when I touch down (Oh, oh)
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| I hate when I get in my head, no, I can’t slow down |