| My neck and wrist coolin' and the champagne coolin'
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| I know you wanna fuck me baby girl who you foolin
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| I know you wanna fuck me baby girl who you foolin'
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| My neck and wrist coolin', and champagne coolin'
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| My swag so sick major labels try to clone it
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| My swag so sick major labels try to clone it
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| I get money regardless
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| Say I’m one of the sharpest
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| Pull up just to park my jewelry game
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| And my cars are retarded
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| I walk around with a sharpie
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| I throw my top in the garbage
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| Say i’m Gucci Mane, when they hear my name
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| They pull out the red carpet
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| That’s your girlfriend charge it
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| I got her rolling with the heartless
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| Is she only like me ‘cause I talk good game
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| And my watch cost a fortune
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| Said it’s V-Nasty, I’m with Gucci girl
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| I put you in a scene and let you pop that coochie girl
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| Let’s make a movie, it gets juicy girl
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| Ain’t gone touch it but you know that juice will sell
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| I’m in ATL, with ounces on the scale
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| I’m a bitch but I rock like a male
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| Last place you gonna see me is in a cell
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| Got a room full of bitches in a five-star hotel
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| I’m with my rollers so you know we on
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| Ain’t down with the bitch til the money gone
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| If you ain’t' got racks don’t hit my phone
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| A bitch that’s broke gone be left alone |