| We got us some money, huh
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| The trap house is jumpin', huh
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| Like brand new Balenci, huh
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| I put my own wrist in the pot
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| I pull out the racks to the spot
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| I took your bitch out her socks
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| This morning I’m smokin' exotic
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| I ride with pistol, nigga, keep it on my side
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| You is a bitch, lil' nigga, no, you not my slime, huh
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| Big .33, got a on me, huh
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| Came out the trench with the mud on me, huh
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| Came out the flood with the drugs on me, huh
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| New Louboutin’s, got the blood on me, huh
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| Came out the trap, had to run up a pack
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| I stay with straps, if I run up, you lack
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| Been off the porch and you been on your back
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| I got her CELINE, huh, man, that bitch is a freak, huh
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| Shawty a cheater, she’s an eater
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| Perc and Molly, she geeked up
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| now she need us
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| Heat tucked, gotta hustle to feed us
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| , we don’t need trust
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| We up, so I’m knowin' that we up and niggas can’t be us
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| We got us some money, huh
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| The trap house is jumpin', huh
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| Like brand new Balenci, huh
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| I put my own wrist in the pot
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| I pull out the racks to the spot
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| I took your bitch out her socks
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| This morning I’m smokin' exotic |