| I’m sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
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| Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
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| I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
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| I get me a check, don’t know how to act, ah
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| I get the bag, ah, like The North Face
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| I get the cash now, she givin' more face
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| These niggas mad, ha ha, I’m gettin' more cake
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| Ain’t goin' out sad, nah, nah, nah
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| AP for the timing, know they hate me, how I’m shinin'
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| Know they see the money pilin', and my roof gone, gotta find it
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| Signed up, change the climate, ah
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| She fell in love with the diamonds
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| I had to get it on my own
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| Come get your shorty, she be wildin'
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| And I had to, change the number to my phone
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| Then it’s right back to the thousands
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| Big racks, boy, you don’t know nothin' 'bout it
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| Gotta flex up on these niggas 'cause they doubtin'
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| I’ve been ballin' on these niggas so they foulin'
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| She gon' do it with no hands, she got talent
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| I’m sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
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| Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
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| I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
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| I get me a check, don’t know how to act, ah
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| I get the bag, ah, like the North Face
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| I get the cash now, she givin' more face
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| These niggas mad, ha ha, I’m gettin' more cake
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| Ain’t going out sad, nah nah nah
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| YSL tag, big Prada bag
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| Quarter mil' cash, I was down bad
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| Bring your friends, we could fuck, I don’t do dates
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| Fifty thousand on a lawyer for a court case
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| I’m actually ballin', fuck her one time, think I’m actually callin'
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| These niggas is salty
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| I came from the bottom, designer all on me
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| Who knew this would happen
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| From trappin' to rappin', but now I’m in fashion
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| The finest of fabrics
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| Too many bands, they doin' gymnastics
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| Hop out the coupe
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| My young niggas might shoot out the roof
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| I got the juice
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| They was hatin', I was playing it cool
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| Damn, I said I won’t miss you
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| I’m in love with the money, I can’t kiss you (Rich)
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| I’m sippin' on juice, smokin' that pack, yeah
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| Hop out a coupe, step in the Loubs, check out my fashion
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| I was just tryna be cool, diamonds attackin'
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| I get me a check, don’t know how to act, ah
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| I get the bag, ah, like the North Face
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| I get the cash now, she givin' more face
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| These niggas mad, ha ha, I’m gettin' more cake
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| Ain’t going out sad, nah nah nah |