| I hear these niggas talkin' on the 'net, I just left the bank
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| I’m 'bout to cop the crib with the built-in fish tank
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| Eatin' on this empanada, the bitch with me from Grenada
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| This on some real healthy nigga shit, I might save the nation
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| Three solid ropes on, money was the conversation
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| Wipin' down the bullets for my .9, I know niggas hatin'
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| Stop killin' niggas over hoes, man, that shit maney
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| Stay up on your grind, my nigga, go and get some paper
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| Driver picked me up, I said peace to the bell man
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| This not my girlfriend, we just eatin' crab legs
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| You can come and get the chick back, I got too many of 'em
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| Barely get to drive, my nigga, but I got plenty of 'em
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| See me in the view, then I’m probably out with Paypa Boy
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| See me in the Point, I’m to the neck and never paranoid
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| Man, these niggas suckers for these hoes, I got no remorse
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| I’m out wine tastin' with the bitch, lookin' at a Porsche
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| I’m lookin' at that GT2, not the 3
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| Everything I do is topnotch, I’ma need that fee
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| If I wasn’t tatted, then I’ll probably look like Lionel Richie
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| The only person I depend on, nigga, me
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| The only person I depend on, nigga, me
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| (Look, numbers, nigga)
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| I’m done playin' with you lil niggas, I’m talkin' big bread
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| Every time you look at my neck, nigga, that’s brick-fed
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| Baby get around, but it’s nowhere that I’ve never been
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| Everything I say, she go do, it is what it is
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| Stop pillow-talkin' to these hoes, man, you lookin' simp
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| I bet she got my name in her phone under «that's him»
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| Say she got her heart broke, and she need some time to chill
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| I told baby I don’t wanna hit, you need time to heal
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| Whippin' up a smoothie, countin' hundreds, watchin' Shark Tank
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| I think she really only fuck with me 'cause I got big bank
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| But I am not a trick, I might buy you food, give you dick
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| Put you on game, every now and then, take a trip
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| Alkaline water, took a sip and went and washed the whip
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| Compact whop on my hip incase a nigga trip
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| What’s hannin', nigga? |
| Numbers, nigga
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| TFM, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
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| And I’ma always talk this shit, bitch, you know I’m sayin'?
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| I don’t even get my mofuckin' fingernails dirty, bitch
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| You know I’m sayin?
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| Look at these, nigga, numbers, you know I’m sayin'?
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| Good job, Larry, sock it to me
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| And everything I do organic, bitch, quit- quit playin' with me
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| Hahaha, man, lookin' good, sweetheart, numbers
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| Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |