| Brand new Rollie, that shit cost a hundred
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| Can’t count on bitch, rather go count this money
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| After I fuck her, that bitch say she love me
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| Say that she feel it inside of her tummy
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| Her face turn blue like the face on my hundreds
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| Bitch, don’t you slip 'cause my water is flooded
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| I get some top while I count up the money
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| I’m feelin' sleepy, my cup is too muddy
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| Heard you not strap, boy, I still got it on me
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| Heard you not slatt, boy, I still got some homies
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| Got all these bands, I did it by my lonely
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| My outfit Dior and my shoes are Rick Owens
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| Just finished the pint and my nigga still pourin'
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| Fuck her, threw my boxers, they came from Ralph Lauren
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| I fuck her one time and I leave that bitch snorin'
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| Kick that ho out, ain’t no stay 'til the mornin'
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| These niggas my son like they came in the mornin'
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| Bitch, I stay eatin' like eight in the mornin'
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| Bitch, if you broke, get some change, change your subject
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| I get some bands, I ain’t talkin' 'bout budgets
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| Spent your advance on my wrist just to flood it
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| Got mama worried my cup is too muddy
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| Bust down my grill, now my mouth is all flooded
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| Used to flex 20s, now I’m flexin' 100s
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| Cartier frames help me see what I’m thumbin'
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| That bitch not fast if it don’t hit 200
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| If I fuck that bitch, I’m gon' fuck her buddy
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| My car too fast and my cup is too muddy
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| Bitch, if you broke, get some change, change your subject
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| I get some bands, I ain’t talkin' 'bout budgets
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| Spent your advance on my wrist just to flood it
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| Got mama worried my cup is too muddy
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| Bust down my grill, now my mouth is all flooded
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| Used to flex 20s, now I’m flexin' 100s
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| Cartier frames help me see what I’m thumbin'
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| That bitch not fast if it don’t hit 200 |