| When I made my first million
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| I ain’t panic
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| I only drank out this here
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| I’m done with Xannies
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| I bought my mom a crib
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| I’m on my standard
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| I’m pushing my cousin appeal
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| 'Til it’s granted
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| I bought her Sheneneh heels
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| I’m a Chanel bandit
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| I still got vintage garments
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| Old as my granny
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| Got my interior all mint
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| And outside candy
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| I put your bitch in Balmain
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| Because she pretty
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| Freaky, I’m fuckin' her face
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| Her ass do not come with a waist
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| I’m impatient, I don’t wanna wait
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| I eat gold and I am what I ate
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| I’ll kill a bad mood with a eight
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| Ain’t no shame that I hang with some snakes
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| Hey, hey
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| Cashed out on a foreign today
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| I hop in that Rari' and race
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| I never get tired of the A
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| Climb up to the top like a gate
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| You lil niggas copy and paste
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| Got gold like a bottle of Ace
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| A coca-cola bottle, her shape
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| Hey
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| I had a ball today
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| She drinkin' Chardonnay
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| Went in court and they had to debate
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| Jewish lawyer that handled the case
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| The codeine got hell of a taste
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| 'Bout to pounce in alla your states
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| Take that money, that’s all I can say
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| When I made my first million
|
| I ain’t panic
|
| I only drank out this here
|
| I’m done with Xannies
|
| I bought my mom a crib
|
| I’m on my standard
|
| I’m pushing my cousin appeal
|
| 'Til it’s granted
|
| I bought her Sheneneh heels
|
| I’m a Chanel bandit
|
| I still got vintage garments
|
| Old as my granny
|
| Got my interior all mint
|
| And outside candy
|
| I put your bitch in Balmain
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| Because she pretty
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| Hey, hey
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| I fuck her whenever I want
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| I get exactly whatever I want
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| Massive paws on that cat like a dog
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| Fly the jet in the sky like hawk (Like hawk)
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| I geek up and I get in the zone (Geek up)
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| I put out all the racks in a vault
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| Hey, hey
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| We rich and above the law
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| I made my brother a boss
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| She keep that dick in her jaw
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| Cubic Z’s on the shit I bought
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| Cuban links on my wrist when I floss
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| Carats stuck in my teeth when I talk
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| You gon' notice the C’s when I walk
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| Hey, it’s a pent', this not a loft
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| We got the G’s, that is knowledge, jerk-off
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| If I put on White, then it’s gotta be Off
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| Don’t say a word, or that body can’t talk
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| Sexy bitch turnin' me on
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| She wanna know what the Cartier cost
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| Put a Rolex on her arm
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| When I made my first million
|
| I ain’t panic
|
| I only drank out this here
|
| I’m done with Xannies
|
| I bought my mom a crib
|
| I’m on my standard
|
| I’m pushing my cousin appeal
|
| 'Til it’s granted
|
| I bought her Sheneneh heels
|
| I’m a Chanel bandit
|
| I still got vintage garments
|
| Old as my granny
|
| Got my interior all mint
|
| And outside candy
|
| I put your bitch in Balmain
|
| Because she pretty |