| Yo, boss talk, nigga -- start the car, let the Porsche talk
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| Crib big as AC, yard like the boardwalk
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| Models in the master bedroom, get your cough on
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| Haze lit, kush lit, I move and I push shit (uh)
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| I could send niggas to war like George Bush did (uh huh)
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| LV gators on, 20 G footprints (woo!)
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| Top 5, I could give a nod and the shot fly
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| I was in the drop top when I dropped by (yup)
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| You know it was a 2014 (uh)
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| The work is white, but the money is all green (green)
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| Big boy dialogue
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| All the real niggas with integrity
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| And respect, salute, I admire y’all
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| Me and my niggas
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| Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass
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| Been out all night, grabbing on ass
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| Riding round getting it, my own bitch mad
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| I’m way too rich to be acting like that
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| She got an attitude, I used to love her
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| But now she mad at me 'cause I don’t fuck her
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| Peep the courtroom like I’m fresh out the store
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| Wired like I’m on that blow, fur down to the floor
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| Yeah, yeah, fur down to the floor
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| Me and my, me and my niggas, fur down to the floor
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| Uhh, uh huh, HA-HAAAEEH!
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| I got the perimeter covered
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| It’s what the thugs die for, but the women’ll love it (uh huh)
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| Hands on with the people, I blend in with the public (yup)
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| Lyrically nobody equal, that’s the end of the subject (that's it)
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| That money still coming, them packs ain’t slow up (nah)
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| They try to implicate me, but the facts ain’t show up (stupid)
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| It’s simple, all you gotta do is ask -- they know us (they know us)
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| Rocking that new shit before the racks even go up (fresh)
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| They lust him, my attitude came from customs (foreign)
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| Andy Warhol, Dom P’s and mushrooms (haha)
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| Yeah, fuck it if it’s good, buy it all
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| Desert Eagle firearm, big boy dialogue, what?
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| Me and my niggas
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| Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass
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| Been out all night, grabbing on ass
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| Riding round getting it, my own bitch mad
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| I’m way too rich to be acting like that
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| She got an attitude, I used to love her
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| But now she mad at me 'cause I don’t fuck her
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| Peep the courtroom like I’m fresh out the store
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| Wired like I’m on that blow, fur down to the floor
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| Yeah, yeah, fur down to the floor
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| Me and my, me and my niggas, fur down to the floor
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| Yeah, HA-HAAAEEH! |
| Uhh, yeah
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| Yo, my dialogue is Domiere
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| Red bottoms and mamis that wear Cartiers (mami)
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| Racks in the club if I partied there (racks)
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| Bricks from Enrique’s little brother named Javier
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| Italian whips laced with Versace seats (laced)
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| Got more ice than a hockey meet (ha)
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| Yeah, we could do this shit properly
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| You could buy a block, learned that from Monopoly (uh)
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| Your girl getting top from a girl while she topping me
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| Top 5 dead or alive, no stopping me
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| Big boy dialogue, look but you’ll never find a flyer don
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| Trying to get money like Viacom, what?
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| Me and my niggas
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| Furs to the floor, Ace in the glass
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| Been out all night, grabbing on ass
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| Riding round getting it, my own bitch mad
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| I’m way too rich to be acting like that
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| She got an attitude, I used to love her
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| But now she mad at me 'cause I don’t fuck her
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| Peep the courtroom like I’m fresh out the store
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| Wired like I’m on that blow, fur down to the floor
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| My, my, my, my, my fur down to the floor
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| Me and my, me and my nigga, fur down to the floor
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| All my niggas, get your figures
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| And all my bitches, work that body
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| All my niggas, get your figures
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| And all my bitches, work that body
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| Work that body, baby work that body |