| Aye
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| I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face
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| 45 on my waist, boy get out my way
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| Goyard on my waist, boy you ain’t got taste
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| Now I’m getting cake, now your bitch gon' let me
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| Like oh God damn, that’s the bitch that I want
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| Oh God damn, diamonds all on my fronts
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| Like 7 AM I was fucking your love
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| 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
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| Like I lost a lot of friends, but who give a fuck?
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| I got the money, now that’s all that I want
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| She ate me for lunch, feel like 2Pac I’m a thug
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| Know some crips and bloods, xannies, brought them drugs
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| Got a lot of people banking on me
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| Tell me why these niggas always hating on me
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| Coming home, they be waiting on me
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| Like jump off my dick, all that faking homie
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| Like oh God damn, that’s the bitch that I want
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| Oh God damn, diamonds all on my fronts
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| Like 7 AM I was fucking your love
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| 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch
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| Like fuck nigga, like can you leave me lone?
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| Made a million by myself, yeah that be my song
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| Like yeah I rock designer when I’m in my zone
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| Yeah I fucked your mama, I’m on my VLONE
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| Say I’m higher than a drone, boy you is my clone
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| Your mama a crackhead, I sold that bitch some stones
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| Now these bitches want me, I feel like I’m Mike Jones
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| Catch me lean spilling while I’m lane switching
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| Drop the top, cocaine ceiling
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| Backwood, propaine pilling
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| Say my name in it, now your chain missing
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| Had a lot of friends and a lot of homies
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| Now I’m higher, now they all salty
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| Tell them niggas get the fuck up off me
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| Now I’m higher, now they all salty
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| Like oh God damn, that’s the bitch that I want
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| Oh God damn, diamonds all on my fronts
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| Like 7 AM I was fucking your love
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| 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch |