| Turn me up
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| Check, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| I walk like I’m havin' some money, you can just tell
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| Same tight jacket Jordan rocked in '97
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| Nine-point-five pH when I sip
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| It felt like the '80s when she bounced in my whip
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| Heels on the carpet, 'nother rack in my pocket
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| I’m feelin' like Mitch, it’s just somethin' I love about it
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| I’m mackin' on the bitch and I barely know shit about her
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| Green Dot maxed out, fuck it, let’s bank account it (Goddamn)
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| I’m outside with it, it’s real, just read about it
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| Take my number, give me a call, but think about it (Yeehee)
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| You the type of girl that get mad, then drink about it
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| You gotta work on that though, baby, it’s better routes (C'mon)
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| I’m lookin' online and shit, a better house (Damn)
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| If I said I had a million bucks, she wouldn’t doubt it (Off the dribble)
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| When an Asian girl touch my nails, no polish
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| Just buff a nigga out and make sure I’m doing numbers (Good job)
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| I gotta stay focused, make sure these checks comin'
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| Respect how I move, baby girl, if you love me
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| Hit me on my Blackberry, we can get it all summer (Yeah)
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| Tucked off to the neck, ocean view goin' nuts
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| 40K mapped out, need it less than a month
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| Put thirty in the safe, fuck the other ten up
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| Make sure your shoes clean, you can’t be rockin' shit that’s busted
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| Three hundred for the sushi, I ain’t trippin', nigga, fuck it
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| If that room don’t got five stars, then nigga, I don’t touch
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| Bae, be cool with that lovey-dovey shit, we in public, bitch |