| Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
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| Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain’t got no aim
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| Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
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| And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
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| Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that’s your range
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| When I go to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
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| Nigga pull up, think he G.I. |
| Joe
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| Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. |
| Jane
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| I said Rick Owen boot they be knee-high, mane
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| Now when I look down you know I can’t see my ankle
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| Man, she asked for some racks, gave her three times ten
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| Put her right in the condo, put her in the Benz
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| And I did all of that, don’t wanna see her again
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| And honestly on to better things, that’s her friend
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| These niggas groupies, they peons, mane
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| King of my city like Leon, mane
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| 'Head of these niggas by eons, mane
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| She let me touch for the freon, mane
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| So you know that’s a must like Elon, mane
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| They was hatin', I was spendin', you was savin'
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| Man, I’m countin' up green like a pea pod, mane
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| I was holdin' down my team like my name was Peyton
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| Had to make sure my brother good, Eli Manning
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| Cartier’s got diamonds all in the middle
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| Like a nigga pulled up with three eyes, mane
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| Just know them shits, they all G.I., mane
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| Everybody got Rollies, that’s two time frames
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| I said my side girl tryna be my main
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| And I said my main girl keep stalkin' my side
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| I told her, «Shut up and go for a ride"(Skrrt)
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| In this Rolls-Royce truck
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| Girl, yeah, you can be on the bus (Yeah)
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| You can get what you want
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| Out the mall, no need to hold me up (Woo)
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| Rickity-racks that’s all in my Louis V jeans, double stuffed (Rickity-racks)
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| I’m turnt to the max, these lil' itty-bitty niggas know it’s up
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| Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
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| Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain’t got no aim
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| I said, Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
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| And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
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| Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that’s your range
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| When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane
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| Nigga pull up, think he G.I. |
| Joe
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| Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. |
| Jane
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| I said it’s up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
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| Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah)
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| When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| When I moonwalk, I don’t need no twenties
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| When it come to the drip, not in front of me (Woah)
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| Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
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| And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Woah, I’m too litty
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| Yeah, bitch look like Chinese Kitty (Yeah)
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| 1942 in my section, no Remy (Let's go)
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| Took JT, out the city (Yeah)
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| I can make a ho get way too sticky
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| Yeah, way, way, way too sticky (Woah)
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| Hold up, don’t you got a whole situation? |
| (Damn)
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| Livin' my life, too risky (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| How you doin', Uzi? |
| I’m doin' great
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| I pulled up in the foreign, let’s race (Skrrt)
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| Yes, I stay with some money on me (Money)
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| Only thing in my pocket, big face (What?)
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| It’s amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist
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| It’s amazing to me how I spend all this money and I ain’t even go in my safe
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| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| It’s amazing to me how these niggas don’t know me but still find a way just to
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| hate (Yeah, yeah)
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| It’s amazing to me how back then she didn’t want me but now she wanna go on a
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| date (Yeah)
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| It’s amazing to me how she ask for them racks, told that girl get the fuck out
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| my face (Ha)
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| It’s amazing to me how I’m eatin' so much and I still didn’t gain no weight
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| (Woah)
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| Yeah, chopstick came with a large lo mein
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| Extra clip in it, nigga, I ain’t got no aim
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| Balmain pocket filled with fresh romaine
|
| And I stay with the cash like a XO chain
|
| Fifty-five hundred, nigga, that’s your range
|
| When I came to the club, make it storm, hurricane (Yeah)
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| Nigga pull up, think he G.I. |
| Joe
|
| Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. |
| Jane
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| I said it’s up, up, up, uppity (Yeah)
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| Moonwalkin' all on the money (Yeah)
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| When I moonwalk, my diamonds still sunny (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| When I moonwalk, I don’t need no twenties
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| When it come to the drip, not in front of me
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| Wearin' Balenciaga on my jacket, my shirt
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| And my pants, and my socks, and my undies (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| What the f…
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| That shit smoking, what the… |