| They say they want Camp back
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| Like I went somewhere or something
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| I’m the boy but you knew it
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| Fuck what you thought
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| Kick that game to you niggas
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| I spit propane to you bitches
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| I go insane for these riches
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| Bought me a chain off these benjis
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| Stay in your lane, I’m not friendly
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| Just bought my bitch a new Bentley
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| I got to deal with so many, I like my hoes in they 20's
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| I might just fuck off her Remy, fill up my cup with that Henny
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| Might make you mine, please don’t tempt me
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| No new friends, don’t need any
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| Just might go Blanco like Benny
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| One time for my nigga Kenny
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| I’m so cold, free my niggas down the road
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| I’mma ball on you hoes
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| Never fall for the code, I would never sell my soul
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| I’d rather sell a bitch
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| Fuck you niggas, I’m rich
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| Champagne and Louis V, I’m taking my pick
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| Walk into the Louis store
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| Seen that, spent that
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| Walk into your bitch’s crib
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| Seen that, killed that
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| Walk into the bank door
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| Seen that, flipped that
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| I can’t trust no lame ho
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| Seen that, did that
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| I’m in LA in that black truck
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| Feeling like the president
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| Windows down, vibing
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| Please don’t take me out my element
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| Only thing changed 'bout a nigga is the residence
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| Fuck you lame hoes, I ain’t buying if you selling it
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| Stop playing games nigga, I ain’t got no time for it
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| I feel like just spoiling her, I might buy her Tom Ford
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| I can see that money with my eyes closed, blindfold
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| You can say whatever motherfucker, yeah I grind for it
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| I ain’t cutting no slack, promise I won’t go back
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| These niggas ain’t playing fair, pretty sure you know that
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| Camp what’s that you smoking nigga? |
| I call this the gold pack
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| Walk inside of Louis, bought the whole rack
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| Walk into the Louis store
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| Seen that, spent that
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| Walk into your bitch’s crib
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| Seen that, killed that
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| Walk into the bank door
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| Seen that, flipped that
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| I can’t trust no lame ho
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| Seen that, did that
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| Run that money up, run that money up
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| Run that money up, run that money up
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| Run that money up, run that money up
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| Run that money up, run that money up
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| Run that money up, run that money up
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| Run that money up, run that money up
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| Run that money up, run that money up
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| Run that money up, run that money up
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| Walk into the Louis store
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| Seen that, spent that
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| Walk into your bitch’s crib
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| Seen that, killed that |