| Playmakers
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| Run that back, Turbo
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| Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
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| Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh)
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| Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
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| Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)
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| Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
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| Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
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| Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
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| Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
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| Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
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| Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
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| Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
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| Shootin' like I’m shootin' at the range (Range)
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| Quick, I can let it bang (Bang)
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| Rich nigga, I let her keep the change (Change)
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| Fake love, I don’t care to really hang (Fake love)
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| You a dub and I know you full of shame (You a dub)
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| Speed it up, know they want to take the lane (Speed it up)
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| Uh, take a school bus, board the plane (Board the plane)
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| Did it first, heard they tried to call it lame, huh?
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| Now these niggas lookin' like the same (Same)
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| They was tryna steal my style, dawg
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| Full outfit, I had to change (Had to change)
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| Tempt me, I’ma go AWOL (AWOL)
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| People gon' think I’m insane (Insane)
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| I’ma skeet skeet in her face, awh
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| Fell in love with her brain (Skeet skeet)
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| Pull the skrrt skrrt on a hater
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| All you niggas saw was my chain (Skrrt skrrt)
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| Kiss my ring (My ring)
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| Pretty bitch swallowed a bean (My bean)
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| Then she gon' swallow my thing (My thing)
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| Lot of ass in the Philipp Plein jeans (Jeans)
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| Gotta ask? |
| Yeah, I still sip lean (Sip lean)
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| Swag, bitch, you know what I mean (Mean)
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| Got the cash like the money machine (Machine)
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| Black Pradas, at the bottom all green
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| Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
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| Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh)
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| Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
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| Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)
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| Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
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| Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
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| Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
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| Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
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| Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
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| Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
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| Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
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| Shootin' like I’m shootin' at the range
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| Still a kid, I love Barneys (Barneys)
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| Shoppin' spree, spent me a quarter (Quarter)
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| Wishing well, I got water (Water)
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| You a sped, I’m a little smarter (Smarter)
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| That’s your bitch, then you gotta spoil her (Spoil her)
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| Tote bananas like it came with a spoiler (With a spoiler)
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| See you on the camera, I’ma kill your daughter (Kill your daughter)
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| Niggas know I’m havin', still drippin' harder (Still drippin' harder)
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| Chromeheart crossin' my collar (Collar)
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| All the heels got red on the bottom (Bottom)
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| Don’t compare, you are not in my column (Nah)
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| Don’t fall, we ain’t nowhere near autumn (Near autumn)
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| I’m a man, I’ma solve my problems, awh
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| Told my family I got 'em (I got 'em)
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| He was talkin' his mouth, he ain’t 'bout it at all
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| Now they don’t know who shot him (Now they don’t know who shot him)
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| Love Atlanta (Atlanta)
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| Too much mud in my Fanta (My Fanta)
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| Gunna pulled up in a Phantom (Pulled up)
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| Seats same color banana (Banana)
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| C’s all on the bandana (Yeah)
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| Please don’t correct my grammar (Please don’t correct my grammar)
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| Please don’t argue, got candles (Grieve)
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| Achieve, I have my standards
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| Did the dash and I blowed the brains (Dash and I blowed the brain)
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| Countin' cash on a private plane (Countin' cash on a private plane, uh)
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| Couple M’s on the sound exchange (Couple M’s on the sound exchange)
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| Richard Millie, no time to explain (Richard Millie, no time to explain)
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| Ah, Richard Millie plain (Plain)
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| Maybach with the woodgrain (Woodgrain)
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| Clearport, know the pilot by the name, yeah
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| Eight hour flight out to Spain (Spain)
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| Gunna Gunna got a lil' fame now
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| Ain’t no cap in my game (My game)
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| Still’ll hit your block, leave a man down
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| Shootin' like I’m shootin' at the range |