| Pop out in New York |
| Got Chrome on the crosses, ain't taking no loss (Chrome Heart) |
| They lied, I'm really the boss |
| Two times, I fill up my opps |
| Fuck three times, I hit the exhaust |
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| Put the bitch out on the curve |
| 200 large in the black Goyard |
| They pay me to chop up the words |
| I hit your crush and curved her |
| I put the crushed ice in the peach Crush with the syrup |
| These nigga be hoes, they nervous |
| Just popped the Perc', it's working |
| New bitch ain't just bad, she perfect |
| Run up the racks and turn up my circle |
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| Check, ten million in blues |
| Check, 5 racks on the shoes |
| Check, hit the Met with your boo |
| Fashion Week killer, end up on the news |
| Check, I get dressed on the moon |
| Check, I'm a thot, okay, cool |
| Check, flew yo' bitch to Tulum |
| I flood her out in the pool, smooth |
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| Check, ten million in blues |
| Check, 5 racks on the shoes |
| Check, hit the Met with your boo |
| Fashion Week killer, end up on the news |
| Check, I get dressed on the moon |
| Check, I'm a thot, okay, cool |
| Check, flew yo' bitch to Tulum |
| I flood her out in the pool, smooth |
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| Nigga hating on me, I'ma fuck his bitch |
| Coming with a diss but he ain't on shit |
| Cut his lights off when I hit this switch |
| What the price cost? I'm 'bout to hit this lick |
| What the hype 'bout? Niggas fall off quick |
| Off the top rope, like Raw, like Vince |
| Talking dog shit when ya dog got spent |
| Eliantte, you can see it through the tint, I started this shit |
| Watching my 'Gram, nigga bought all my fits |
| Hold up my wrist, then she fuck on my wrist |
| Sick of this ho, it's like yuck with that bitch |
| Balling like I signed with Klutch with B. Rich |
| Kobe, I'm coming in clutch with these hits |
| Residence, I'm going pent' in The Ritz |
| M on the car, it ain't making no sense |
| Pop out, bad bitch coming through, she threw top out |
| Fuck school and your rules, nigga dropped out |
| Playing tic-tac-toe, it's a opp out |
| And my shooter like a janitor, the mop out |
| We been sleepin' on the floor in the trap house |
| Now we traveling the globe, I'm a cash cow |
| She a muse walking 'round with her ass out |
| I ain't trying to talk, nigga, pull the cash out |
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| Check, ten million in blues |
| Check, 5 racks on the shoes |
| Check, hit the Met with your boo |
| Fashion Week killer, end up on the news |
| Check, I get dressed on the moon |
| Check, I'm a thot, okay, cool |
| Check, flew yo' bitch to Tulum |
| I flood her out in the pool, smooth |
|
| Check, ten million in blues |
| Check, 5 racks on the shoes |
| Check, hit the Met with your boo |
| Fashion Week killer, end up on the news |
| Check, I get dressed on the moon |
| Check, I'm a thot, okay, cool |
| Check, flew yo' bitch to Tulum |
| I flood her out in the pool, smooth |
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