| All designer on my body, Off-White sneakers
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| Flew that bitch from outta town, but I don’t think she got a visa, yeah (Visa,
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| yeah)
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| White boy on the track like Justin Bieber
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| Used to think this shit was sweet, now I’m the man, so I don’t need 'em,
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| yeah (Need 'em, yeah)
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| I came in with the hits like Derek Jeter
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| Keep a check inside this Louis like that boy from Even Stevens, yeah (Stevens,
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| yeah)
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| Jesus piece around me in this Demon
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| I just win again and win again, I don’t even got a reason, yeah (Reason, yeah)
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| We get hot regardless of the season
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| I been ballin' for a minute, feel like Popeye off the spinach, yeah (Spinach,
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| yeah)
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| Gassed up, sponsorship from 7−6
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| But I got shooters 'round Ben Simmons, feel like I play for the Sixers,
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| yeah (Sixers, yeah)
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| She gon' eat this dick up like it’s dinner
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| Know I’m winnin', all my bitches bad like I roll with the Jenners (With the
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| Jenners)
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| We can’t chop it up, no, I ain’t friendly
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| Turned a dollar to a hundred, a Toyota to a Bentley, yeah (To a Bentley, yeah)
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| Lil' dummy, you stupid lil' dummy
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| I got money, now they love me (Now they love me), you lil' dummy (Lil' dummy)
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| No, you’re not my friend (Not my friend), you’re not my buddy (Not my buddy)
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| Red Berlinetta and it’s lookin' really bloody
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| You stupid dummy, you stupid lil' dummy
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| I got money, now they love me, you a lil' stupid dummy
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| Lil' dummy, Playboy Bunny (Playboy Bunny), she off the bubbly
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| Red LaFerrari and it’s lookin' really bloody
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| I’m just whippin' through the city with J. Pizzy in the Masi'
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| With a baddie in the back seat, and she trippin' off a Molly
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| Little bitty from The Boonies, and she look just like a Barbie
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| Big old .30 on my waist (Boom, boom), I roll with shottas that got bodies (Oh)
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| All these niggas coochie, slip and slide inside my Guccis
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| Got my glizzy and my Uzi just in case they try to shoot me (Uh)
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| Got the opps up on my back, I do the dash, I’m tryna lose 'em (Skrrt)
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| Did two hundred on the highway, I was swervin', tryna lose 'em
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| Don’t you run up, there’s a body in the bag, are you stupid? |
| (Boom, boom)
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| I be thumbin' through the money, all these bitches tryna count it
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| I be breakin' down these bricks and I grew up in Metro Housin'
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| And these niggas stay hatin', but the money stay pilin'
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| Got your bitch up in the Uber, she 'bout to slide and start wildin'
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| I could never count on niggas, rather count a hundred thousand
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| I got drillers and gorillas, niggas, you don’t want no problems
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| And my bitch is from the 6, but got a body from the islands (Uh)
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| Lil' dummy, you stupid lil' dummy
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| I got money, now they love me (Now they love me), you lil' dummy (Lil' dummy)
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| No, you’re not my friend (Not my friend), you’re not my buddy (Not my buddy)
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| Red Berlinetta and it’s lookin' really bloody
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| You stupid dummy, you stupid lil' dummy
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| I got money, now they love me, you a lil' stupid dummy
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| Lil' dummy, Playboy Bunny (Playboy Bunny), she off the bubbly
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| Red LaFerrari and it’s lookin' really bloody |