| I got 'em watchin' me
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| Look how I’m movin'
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| I got 'em watchin' me
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| Look what I’m doin' (hol' up now)
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| They watchin' me
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| I keep it movin'
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| And since they watchin' me
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| This how I’m doin'
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| Rock and rollin' on 'em
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| 100 bottles, give me every bottle in this bitch
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| Where she at?
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| I want every model in this bitch
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| Blow the check, these hoes wanna know just who I am
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| Takin' pictures, trynna do it for they Instagram
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| Presidential Roley, bezel got them big boogers
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| Fuck the home, shout-out to the real cookers
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| Gold chains, couple Audemars and Cartiers
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| We charter Lears; |
| these hoes know the party here
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| Blowin on that killa kill, neck on chilly-chill
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| Baby, let me get a feel; |
| show me that it’s really real
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| Bad bitch from Cashville, met her up in Club Liv
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| Don’t care who you man is, long as he ain’t up in here
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| Ain’t nothin' changed, still the same ol' two-step
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| I don' had some A-1 hoes, and a few Fs
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| I done order bottles, 100 bottles and got two left
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| Somebody got bust upside the head, G-Unit there
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| Hol' up, I think I love these hoes
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| A nigga trynna fuck 'em all
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| I’m lit up in this bitch, ballin'
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| I would blow it boy
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| No suckers in my section
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| Oh no, no, no, my shit legit
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| You niggas get to flexin'
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| Bitch and I will get ya hit
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| I got a paper route
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| A nigga gettin' plenty bread
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| Oyster perpetual
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| You niggas know what time it is
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| Stance like a b-boy
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| Just like a d-boy
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| Yeah, I’m a g, boy
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| You know it’s me, boy
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| Uh, I think I’m gon' remain reclined and count
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| So many girls, it take a hour for me to shout 'em out
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| The coupe foreign, the shit I hit been super borin'
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| Dog, I’m sharp as hundreds with the blue tan on 'em
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| Shit a phenomenon, I kept my promise
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| Respect and honest, the grind bought off a neck of diamonds
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| Shinin', plenty tried, don’t got the timing
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| Bet he out there island hopping
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| And your lost still in the thousands
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| Bottles of Clicquot
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| Smokin' hookah with eight hoes
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| Five angel heads on my neck, all froze
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| Enter visions, interpretations
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| Watch with your ears
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| I bought the last watch in the lear
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| Ask Jacob, ask David, ask Eric the Jeweller
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| Ask 'Beth in Jersey when I bought my first Muller
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| I got 'em watchin' me
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| With the yatch Master Rolly on
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| In that new Rolls Royce with the top gone |