| Baby, I’m up like reclining
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| Look at my neck, it got colorful diamonds
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| Too much money on me, I been grindin'
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| Too much speed in this beam, I be Flyin'
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| Higher than an airplane, but no, I ain’t no pilot (No no)
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| Rocawear wearin' ass nigga need a stylist
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| See a bad bitch pic' on IG, I like it
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| You can smoke my blunt, bitch, but don’t ask to light it
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| You talk bout racks, then yes, I get excited
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| Free my brother, he got a case, he gotta fight it
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| 2011, used to hang with dope boys
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| We wasn’t no joke, boy
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| I was in the 4, boy
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| My-My chains, they be makin' noise
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| Play with the money, just like I got toys
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| Diamonds fightin', just like Floyd
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| Yo bitch keep callin', I’m gettin' annoyed
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| I ain’t rockin' OBEY
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| Louis on me, okay
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| Braids in my hair, no, this ain’t no fade
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| I stay on my gang, man you know I can’t trade
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| Baby, I’m up like reclining
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| Look at my neck, it got colorful diamonds
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| Too much money on me, I been grindin'
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| Too much speed in this beam, I be Flyin' |