| On that other shit, drinking not them gold bottles
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| Gave my car a hat cut, call that bitch super model
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| Now they all up in my spaceship
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| My windows they been tip,
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| . |
| my shit pay for and that shit be rich
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| Hook:
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| Po-po-pocket. |
| I need an armored truck
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| Do this so big tat shawty she could come with us
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| Throwin' champagne like a water nigga
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| I got them packs real yours f*cking ball nigga.
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| A. broken up from the other side,
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| I hypnotise it in my seat,
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| If I do bad, I could ball from my keys,
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| . |
| imagine I could down just to do it big,
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| Go ceiling in the house say night shit
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| Three million in the trunk Mister Ice cream
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| With the Mexico just as see cut em slim,
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| And the richest man in the world if you ain’t heard AM
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| I’m with my man with the shit I see on the build
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| And I give the shit bout my mother*cking sale.
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| 2 x Hook:
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| Po-po-pocket. |
| I need an armored truck
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| Do this so big tat shawty she could come with us
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| Throwin' champagne like a water nigga
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| I got them packs real yours f*cking ball nigga.
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| Boo-booty so big she could come with us,
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| Leave them tate set the crib, girl go will cover up,
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| White. |
| roof gone, cut that joke bad
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| You ain’t got no word,
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| you mother*ckers like leave it all with your mama
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| that chick aside three comas,
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| and slow money, prestige your money
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| we cut them shit no problems,
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| too many club with all of my. |
| I came for,
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| no new friends, no new hoes,
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| I take the back of the brain good and I might make my kid for,
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| Give my last name to your light chain,
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| ' let me chain gain, my. |
| he. |
| swings
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| No rubbin' me, I hate. |
| bang
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| I’m a pretty boo I got a devil life,
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| I’ll take you girl and then take you right,
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| I got a rap, I got save us nigga,
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| My third crib right as a hill figure
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| We bow bottles like water, '
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| I don’t ask for. |
| and she fine as hell
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| I wanna get delicious at daughter, hold up
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| Too much champagne and keep prayin it out,
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| I make no money, then you hate the song f*ck you. |