| Bitch, I’m royalty and the go through my face
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| I just woke up, gotta go and get some racks
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| I need some new shoes, I gotta go to Saks today
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| They say, «Wopster, you so different, how the hell you get this way?» |
| (Ayy)
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| I just mind my business and stay focused on this cake (Ayy)
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| I’ve been stackin' for a lot, go for a new pair of J’s
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| Throw a Rolex on my wrist, so I might cop the Cartier
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| Nigga, it’s a homerun, Wopster ballin' like the Braves
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| Nigga, this ain’t baseball, but a nigga catchin' plays
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| When they play my shit, they hear my songs, they be amazed
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| I ain’t been asleep, swear I’ve been at this shit for days
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| Dope it got me high, I swear a nigga outer space
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| Make them dead faces, Benjamin, that’s what I crave
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| Rockin' Bathing Ape, I go eight
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| Racks in the shoebox, fuck a safe (Ayy)
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| Boy, I came to eat, where my plate? |
| (Ayy)
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| Bitch, I’m royalty and the go through my face |