| I get the racks, they beam me up
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| Ooh, ooh, beam me up
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| Ooh, ooh, beam me up
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| Ooh, ooh (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
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| I get the racks, they beam me up
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| Look at my neck, all VV’d up
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| Get some respect or keep your mouth shut
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| Just made in a night what you made in a month
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| Remember them nights we was stuck in the mud
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| Now every night, we be turnin' up
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| I remember I ain’t had nothin' much
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| I remember they ain’t show no love
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| Now look at us
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| Look how I stunt, I do it for fun
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| You won’t catch me stuck 'cause I keep me one tucked
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| One tucked, under the cover
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| You not with the gang, go hang with them others
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| And VV my chain, you know that it’s bussin'
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| I can’t stop stackin' these hundreds
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| I cannot, I cannot rock with them others
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| I heard you an opp and you hang with the unders
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| I cannot stop stackin' these numbers
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| Chips on chips, stackin' up Funyuns
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| I call dibs on the hundreds
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| I wan’t this plus this in a dozen
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| Your whole gang cap, boy, stop that bluffin'
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| Stop facetimin' you ain’t on nothin'
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| Why you keep on frontin'?
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| Uh, I get the racks, they beam me up
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| Ooh, ooh, beam me up
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| Ooh, ooh, beam me up
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| Ooh, ooh |