| Better cars, better clothes on me
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| Better parties, better houses and better girls on me
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| See I can take you there
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| Champagne everywhere
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| That’s the life we live
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| Like everyday
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| Hail am a superstar (x8)
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| Okay
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| Oh yeah we celebrating
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| The problems are no more complicating
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| Step on the floor when the ground are shaking
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| Feels like the times that we over waiting
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| Champagne life, bottle on me
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| Step in the club and see the model on me
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| We making the raps so we blazing the track
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| So we pop more like set the bottle all free
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| We don’t buy drinks at the bar
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| They supply us cause they know who we are
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| Brand new clothes and the best of guitars
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| Girls on my lap like I play the guitar
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| See I get paid to go clubbing
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| Feel free my soda’s like Morgan
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| Blue liquids flow in my organ
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| I got whip and now I’m over flogging
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| Fly, I’m in my airplane mode
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| Shopping everyday, never wear the same clothes
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| Colours all bright looking like the rainbow
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| Cameras flash wherever the man goes
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| I’m so brand though
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| And I effect the hole entire metro
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| I’m top on the list, I’m starlet Federer
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| My shoe rooms got more shelves than tesco
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| I’m so high, no tree smoking
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| Genevieve got a crush, that’s me joking
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| Sometimes talk shit when the lips open
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| But still I’m on your laptops, beethoven
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| Yeah I’m too hot, you see the shirt soaking
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| Too many fans up, wondering how he coping
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| Feel the tinkle in your spin that’s me poking
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| I’m too dope for sorta like me cocaine
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| Ok my baby lady
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| Oh so you think I’m fly
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| That shit don’t make me crazy
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| Yeah, and I’m floating in skies
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| You like that movie magic
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| Huh, cause it got much action
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| You confident and you cocky
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| And you swag with passion |