| Don’t, stop — to all the niggas in the drop-tops
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| To all my peoples that’s down on lock
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| Keep it movin and you don’t stop — hahh!
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| Don’t, stop — to all the niggas in the drop-tops
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| To all my peoples that’s down on lock
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| Keep it movin and you don’t stop
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| Uhh, how’d you like if I dressed you up in platinum?
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| Diamond rings, boo you can have dem
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| Dough though, Water got plenty of dat
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| Wanna break it down get the Remy for that
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| Me I take Coke and Henny with that
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| You really wanna floss get the Benz for that
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| With the rims for that, how sex is that
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| 130K nigga can you buy that?
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| Tanned in the Carribean with a beautiful, Trinidadian
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| Got plans again, stack grands again
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| Make you wanna wave yo' hands again
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| Shake yo' waist again, who you crushin then
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| Shorties love when I’m sexin dem
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| Shorties love when I’m next to dem
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| Who the best of dem, screw the rest of dem
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| This joint right here keep a nigga on point right here
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| Move like Kaiser, when I surprise ya
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| Me and my team, money green
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| Caddy, used to call me fattie
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| Now they call me, «Big Daddy»
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| Nigga get down like dat, nigga been around like dat
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| Better not bother, the big brother, in the Godfather hat
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| Screw dat, y’all better face it, y’all see the bracelet
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| Platinum, with the diamonds under dem
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| If it ain’t E-class want none of dem
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| What’chu know 'bout puttin out platinum hits
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| Me and my crew flip chicks for sidekicks
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| Water, why you gettin down like dat?
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| You know it ain’t fair when you play like dat
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| Let me put it to you like this
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| You cats tonight, gon' see what a real player is
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| Nigga state yo' biz, handle yo' biz
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| I’ma pump down like that
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| Sip Bailey’s, in the Bentleys, agua, in the Jaguar
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| Never sweat the course of that when I’m tossin back
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| Heinekens with a dimepiece friend
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| All the, ladies in love with D
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| Shakin they coochies after me
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| Y’all crushin that, them I’m crushin that
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| If not, put a stop to that, alright
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| Nigga 'bout to bust somethin, he don’t trust nuttin
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| I’ma make that clear to y’all
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| Come frontin like you tough somethin ain’t gon' touch nuttin
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| I’ma show y’all how to ball
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| Cause my niggas on the block, can’t forget dem
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| My mans on lock, can’t forget dem
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| Y’all know 'bout dem Benjamins
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| When it’s gone, where yo' friends an' dem
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| Heavy gon' coast through, like I’m supposed to
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| Bi-coastal like postal
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| Y’all gon' 'member me
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| Whatever B, forever, D
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| Nigga stay jiggy in the DKNY
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| Crooked eye, damn he fly
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| Push a whip that’s fabulous
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| Cuban link with the Lazarus
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| Tell me who the man again? |
| Chicks danglin
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| In Vegas gamblin
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| We forever handlin, y’all scramblin
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| Tell me who the man again? |
| Huh
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| Water, now you oughta, recognize, and keep it hot like Florida
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| Slick talker, New Yorker, bound to be the one you feelin
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| Tell me what the deal is
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| My appeal is real is what, y’all niggas is talkin what
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| To my mans in drops or my mans on lock
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| Keep it real don’t stop, right |