| Ayy, yuh
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| Ayy, bitch, I think I’m in Illuminati
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| Ballin' like I’m Scottie
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| Diamonds shinin', like I’m fuckin' frosty
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| I need my money ASAP, no Rocky
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| Fuckin' that bitch and that pussy so sloppy
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| This money, this life, you can’t copy
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| Yeah, I’m makin' 'em move like tsunami
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| There’s and drugs on my body
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| These niggas cannot fuckin' top me
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| That bitch gave me sloppy toppy
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| I’m eating that pussy like teriyaki
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| That Spanish bitch callin' me papi
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| Pointin' that beam with the shotty
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| Ice water step, no hockey
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| keep that Bugatti
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| Droppin' the bomb, Nagasaki
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| King of the hill, no Bobby
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| Kick a nigga out of a 'Rati
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| Makin' money is my damn hobby
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| No one can touch on my
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| This money, this foreign, this mansion is what yo' bitch brought me
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| Move with the juice and no one can stop me
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| Peaceful nigga like I’m Gandhi
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| Met a bitch named Kehlani
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| Look how she wear the Givenchy
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| See me in those fuckin' damn Nikes
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| She look like she want no hypebeast
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| She know what I want 'cause she a psyche
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| She told me to eat her booty like groceries
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| And I was like, «No, I’m sorry»
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| Ayy |