| Na, na, na, na, na
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| I ain’t trippin'
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| I mean your life could change drastically, facts
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| Women ain’t supposed to work, nah
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| I respect it, though, I respect it
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| Supposed to enjoy every minute of your life
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| Let a man do a man’s job
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| I know you’re feeling type-secure, Instagram model
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| And at night, you’re moving gold bottles
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| At times it’s like the money and fame is more like drugs
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| And I’m the don of all dons, plug of all plugs
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| Bein' broke and thirty give a woman the chills
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| Slip you outta that dress, fell right in them heels
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| 'Cause you so, so, so, so, so, so, so
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| Fuckin' with a nigga this real
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| Pink diamonds is dancin' like they walkin' for cancer
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| Weekends in the Hamptons, wakin' up to get pampered
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| Hoppin' off the phone, touch of the gold clutch, you so up
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| And niggas mad you chose up
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| You fuckin' with the don
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| Fashion week in Greece and Milan
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| I’ll flood your whole arm with charms
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| Suites on the Emirates, turkey bacon and eggs benedict
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| Butter croissant, French benefits, mile high
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| If you never said a word
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| Your body tell me all, all about it
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| I’m the one that you prefer
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| Your actions tell me all about it
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| Nobody do it like me
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| 'Cause you tell me all about it
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| That’s why no one else excites me
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| I would tell you all about it
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| I like the simple things that your love will bring
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| But you constantly reject the finer things
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| And if you walk away from me (I know, I know)
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| I’ll go crazy (I know, I know)
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| I’ll go insane (I know, I know)
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| I’ll go crazy (I know, I know)
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| I’ll go insane, oh
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| It’s the don and Remy Revlon, believe I’m worth it
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| I got the nice set, oh they perkin'
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| See the ass all perfect, he said I shouldn’t be workin'
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| Tel me get in my bag, I’m all in my Birkin
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| This is my wave, I’m surfin'
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| I told them stop, it’s hurtin'
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| I said, «Nah,"but meant, «Yes»
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| I let him push his work in
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| Alexandre Vauthier type shit I purchase
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| Giambattista Valli, bitch, Google search it
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| Let’s see my boots is a liar but my nigga the truth
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| I’m blastin' fire and desire when I’m whippin' that coupe
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| That in the middle of the winter, shit be missin' the roof
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| He started kissin' on my friend, I started kissin' her too
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| If you never said a word
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| Your body tell me all, all about it
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| I’m the one that you prefer
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| Your actions tell me all about it
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| Nobody do it like me
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| 'Cause you tell me all about it
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| That’s why no one else excites me
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| I would tell you all about it
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| I like the simple things that your love will bring
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| But you constantly reject the finer things
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| And if you walk away from me (I know, I know)
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| I’ll go crazy (I know, I know)
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| I’ll go insane (I know, I know)
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| I’ll go crazy (I know, I know)
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| I’ll go insane, oh
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| Oh just say yes
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| Fuck me and console me
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| Love me 'til the morning
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| Can I get a repeat?
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| Oh just say yes
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| Fuck me and console me
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| Love me 'til the morning
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| Can I get a repeat?
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |