| Hook:
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| I’ll be on my super flash it, shit you on basic
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| yeah we givin money you can tell we ain’t fake it diamonds, money stacks, of course we’re poppin bottles
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| whinin, dimming, pimping for a throttle
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| but on another note, hah
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| but on another note, hey
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| but on another note
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| On another note your boy been too fly
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| so good to sold it with the clouds in the blue sky
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| my nigga is happen up the whips to do shine
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| stay up waded free about the sort the news line
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| you tick me lovin ain’t got the husband
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| the sis disgusting how y’all be cuffin
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| PIMP YOU’RE PLAYIN CAPT THE SAVIN
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| she gonna leave but not for me she’ll be back later
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| I’ll go get here, more teder all in my hands
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| course of cavage and marriage is not in my plans
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| super fly seat and my zone caress fatties
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| no no zip more like yes daddy
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| pimpin in the club just sippin in the club
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| little whine, little diming, little tipping in the club
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| one night out the money ain’t gonna hurt
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| as long as she go manana scrow back and back to work
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| Hook:
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| I’ll be on my super flash it, shit you on basic
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| and you’ll be givin money you can tell we ain’t fake it diamonds, money stacks, of course we’re poppin bottles
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| whinin, dimming, pimping for a throttle, throttle
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| but on another note,
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| but on another note,
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| but on another note, huh
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| They say he flash he pimpin but still classy
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| you on pretty tone in this crime and if you don’t ask me
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| I’m always bout a dollar break break before you holla
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| better snitch your game fast I’m chargin by the hour
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| time is money eat the penny always do sis
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| you see this nigga that you’re looking at and sweep the truth is bitch I’m in the zone just chillin on the throne
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| with no kind of hore, shit I hold my own
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| VIP champagne is what I’m sipping on baby just to shot some rocks so we can kid it on but now I’m never sleeping always on my pries and cues
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| ain’t really try to see my face upon the news
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| no I’m never that unless it’s go a good D I keep it calm face so it’s thinking for the weed
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| while you’ll be seating there looking all bummy
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| you can find me int he back bitch smelling like money
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| I’ve been getting money tryin to make it out the hood
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| I’ve been hustling Mary when the summers is been good
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| couple babies out the city riding on the wood
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| looking for a wild touring bitch sis in. hood
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| money is been my passion, meet the deal what seating
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| f*ck my old friends 'cause they thought I wasn’t gonna make it boy you see me I’ll be faded miss me with the bullshit
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| I see you hating us but then again
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| I really don’t imagine a relevant
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| I’ma keep it hundred only trust been presidency
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| f**k with some real niggas that it kill for a P love pimp bottle from LA to AC
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| cush been to Oslo, double from the pow pow
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| pimping these bitches said I’m blow BNG
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| this will never a real nigga focused on this figure
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| try you main bitch crazy boy you’re sleeping on the. |