| I know counting money feel better than an orgasm
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| Latest technology, that OLED plasma
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| I got one policy, just never kill a nigga vibe
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| New foreign outside
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| Hate on me and you get maxed out, maxed out
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| Bitch I’m balling, Jerry Stackhouse
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| Shmop house, Shmop house
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| Pop out, pop out
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| Yeah
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| Left wrist Rolex, my Moncler coat check
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| Young Su fell off
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| Bounce back, no sweat
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| All these niggas ball, is where the fuck the coach at
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| Authentic flavor, no they can’t coach that
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| Flying cross country and I got that pack on me
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| He say he my brother, but he turn his back on me
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| In the studio with more than 50 racks on me
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| I keep 5 chains on me 'cause my neck was gettin' lonely
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| Hit the stage it’s pandemonium, the fans scream for me
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| I’mma jump inside the audience, every song a body
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| They ain’t know the life we living, taking hundreds from my
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| Hop inside that wraith and get the fuck about my feelings
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| Willy nilly, independent, press a button lose the ceiling
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| I know niggas ain’t enough for me and in time it will reveal it
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| But it’s left wrist Rolex, my Moncler coat check
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| Hop out, so fresh
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| I feel so blessed
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| I know counting money feel better than an orgasm
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| Latest technology, that OLED plasma
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| I got one policy, just never kill a nigga vibe
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| New foreign outside
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| Play with me and you get maxed out, maxed out
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| Bitch I’m balling, Jerry Stackhouse
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| Shmop house, Shmop house
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| Pop out, pop out |