| Yah, yah, yah
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| Pop, Pop
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| Pharoah, yah
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| Yo Grizz
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| Ok, yah
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| Youngins wit' a dream
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| Popped up done hooked up with the Pharoah huh (Skrt)
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| passed me a Camaro huh (Skrt)
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| Chain bling feel the mist like a Sierra huh
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| Gang green hold that money just like Barry Bonds
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| pockets stuffed with them hamburger buns
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| Just left Boston I caught me like ten Larry Birds
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| Just left I just copped me a whole case of
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| Bitch I’m bossin' I could care less about what you heard
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| I got mob ties, Tweezy he’s a good fella
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| Coupla gloves wit' me they 'ill roll you if you get clever
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| You no wit' me shady forever
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| I wish you would nigga, play and you’ll be
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| Popped up done hooked up with the Pharoah huh (Skrt)
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| passed me a Camaro huh (Skrt)
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| Chain bling feel the mist like a Sierra huh
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| Gang green hold that money just like Barry Bonds
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| Popped up done hooked up with the Pharoah huh (Skrt)
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| passed me a Camaro huh (Skrt)
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| Chain bling feel the mist like a Sierra huh
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| Gang green hold that money just like Barry Bonds
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| I got enough money and cash for six cars I’ll tell you that
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| I just went and bought me a big I tell you that
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| Bitch my Patek on bustdown I tell you that
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| And all my hoe bitches on when I check my trap
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| Drip drip they checkin' out my Pharoah arm
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| My diamonds water you can’t find no flaw in one
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| We out in London havin' that red money them old blues
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| Turn up on a fuck nigga when I want to
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| Popped up done hooked up with the Pharoah huh (Skrt)
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| passed me a Camaro huh (Skrt)
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| Chain bling feel the mist like a Sierra huh
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| Gang green hold that money just like Barry Bonds
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| Popped up done hooked up with the Pharoah huh (Skrt)
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| passed me a Camaro huh (Skrt)
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| Chain bling feel the mist like a Sierra huh
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| Gang green hold that money just like Barry Bonds
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| That bustdown Patek on my wrist that bitch so beautiful
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| If you had never opened your lips we woulda been mutual
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| I just put cameras at my spot so I could see you comin'
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| Nowadays I ain’t got no friends, I’m talking to the money
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| I was trappin' out them houses I ain’t have no option
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| And I got everything here for sale like I’m at an auction
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| And we flyin' out private just to change the scene
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| Bitch I got married to them bails that’s how I got my ring
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| I put my heart eyes on her pic now that’s a thousand likes
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| It could be thirty below in this bitch and I still rock my ice
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| Lil Nef ridin' 'round the hood servin' narcs on the mongoose
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| You was 'bout fifteen years old clutchin' that
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| Popped up done hooked up with the Pharoah huh (Skrt)
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| passed me a Camaro huh (Skrt)
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| Chain bling feel the mist like a Sierra huh
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| Gang green hold that money just like Barry Bonds |