| Ah, yeah
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| Ah, yeah
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| Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
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| Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
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| Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
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| Go 'head push the button, baby
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| Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
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| Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
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| Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip
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| The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip (Yeah)
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| Ring on the fist (Fist)
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| Look like we won us a championship (Yeah)
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| I never switch (No), some niggas flip
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| Really ain’t know how to handle this shit
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| Shootin' my shot, the script
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| Took over risk tryna get rich
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| Rockstar livin', was signing them tits (Ayy)
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| Rappin' this shit, I was blessed with a gift (Ayy)
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| Put on my haters, the city is back
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| Live by the code, die by the flags
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| Stop with the chat, all of it’s cap
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| Keep throwin' jabs, I’ma react
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| I got a girl but you all on my dick
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| You wouldn’t know how to handle my bitch
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| I get her Chanel like it’s Christmas, got everything on her wish list
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| That Porsche Gold, two double O
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| Watch out, I run 'em over
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| Fake niggas, they come and go
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| Real ones, they run low, woah
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| Everything covered in gold
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| Me and the money don’t fold
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| This shit’ll never get old (No)
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| Game will forever be told (Aw yeah)
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| Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt (Yeah)
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| Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
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| Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
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| Go 'head push the button, baby
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| Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
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| Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
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| Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip
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| The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip
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| I never switch up, never switch up on my brodies
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| Your girl tryna be my one and only
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| Why you all in the club actin' like you know me? |
| (Know me)
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| Just 'cause I got a check, now all these lil' bitches, they on me (That's facts)
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| But I cannot fuck with a fake (That's facts)
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| Bitch, get out of my face (That's facts)
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| I do not want you, I’m straight (Ooh ooh)
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| You want me back, it’s too late (Late)
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| My wrist is wet like a lake
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| I don’t care, I let 'em hate (Ooh ooh)
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| I pulled up with a clique and you know we won’t stop, lil' bitch (Pulled up
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| with a clique)
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| Started from the bottom like Drake but I’m headed to the top, lil' bitch
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| Every since I got rich, these hoes all on my dick (On my dick, yeah)
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| He tried to take my girl but nobody could take my bitch (Can't take my bitch,
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| yeah)
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| Pull up in that whip and make it skrrt
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| Hop inside the leather, soft as fur
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| Rollin' up that sticky, got the syrup (Yeah)
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| Go 'head push the button, baby
|
| Throw the ceiling back and I just blow the sky a kiss
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| Full of smoke, said if they want it, niggas know what time it is
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| Big face Rollie match my babies, you ain’t on this kind of drip
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| The whole city goin' crazy like my team just got the 'chip |