| Hundred thousand on a small ass chain
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| Hundred thousand on a bottle champagne
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| Half a million for a watch with no diamonds
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| Brought cash to the jewelers, still had change
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| Ooh, sharks in the crib and in the back yard
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| Elevator in the house, never got stuck
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| I just looked in the mirror, got star struck
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| I just looked at your bitch and got eye fucked
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| Who the fuck wanna race? |
| Put your money up
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| All you see is license plates, far in front of you
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| I gave a bad bitch a taste of the good life
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| She licked her lips twice and told me I’m yummier
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| Glass house on the block, 5 floors in it
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| Got a picture on the wall that costs more than it
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| You observing it, I’m absorbing it
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| Judge mad cause a nigga make more than him
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| Ignoring him, I know you can’t ignore the rims
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| I’m going in until I’m pourin' in more than M’s
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| I’m courting in swimsuit models that don’t know who I am
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| In foreign twins, I tell 'em that I star in films
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| My warrant clear as day like Doris is
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| When I ain’t trippin', my lawyers is
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| So what the charges is? |
| Put it on my tap, baller shit
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| I’m from the cell to the mall with this
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| Now tell them motherfuckers sign
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| I’m post bail ballin', post bail ballin'
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| Go tell the warden I’m, I’m post bail ballin'
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| Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I’m
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| Soon as I get home I’m going to get that brand new Bentley
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| I’ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary
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| And I’ma drive slow, riding past the elementary
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| Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don’t even mention it
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| One time for the hustlers and the young moms
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| My presidential is crunch time, looking in my son’s eyes
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| Only time I see a upside
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| I tell him he gon' be a tough guy and never be a punchline
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| Tell him never wait in one line, tell him not even a lunch line
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| Pray more than some times
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| When the cops come you tongue-tied
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| Take dirt, make a mud pie
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| Lookin' out the window, in the coupe with a bimbo
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| Talking 'bout who she resemble
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| Bitch you in a Enzo, stop being so simple
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| Now fuck me like we in a limbo
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| I ain’t got time to kill, I got voids to fill
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| I got ocean views, I got water bills
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| I got cards to deal, i got hearts to steal
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| I got larger wheels on my automobile
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| I lost appeal, the bullshit cost me a mil
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| It brought me to tears, I came home and brought me a crib
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| I walked through that bitch, strapped when it’s dark in that bitch
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| And through hell and high water, I just walk through that bridge
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| I got a full cup of lean that I saw in the fridge
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| I started to swig, but ended up drinking all of that shit
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| Cause I deserve it, I be working hard for all of this shit
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| I step into a Rolls Royce when I walk out then pen
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| My nigga I’m, I’m post bail ballin, post bail ballin'
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| Go tell the warden I’m, I’m post bail ballin'
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| Post bail ballin', go tell the warden I’m, I’m post bail ballin'
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| Farewell warden, I’m post bail ballin'
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| Go tell the warden I’m, post bail ballin'
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| Inmate Carter, post bail ballin'
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| Soon as I get home I’m going to get that brand new Bentley
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| I’ma honk the horn, riding past the penitentiary
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| And I’ma drive slow, riding past the elementary
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| Then give it to my woes, tell 'em, don’t even mention it
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| Soon as I get home I’m going to get that brand new Bentley |