| Yeah
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| It be a lot of niggas talkin' that money shit
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| And talkin' that jewelry shit
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| What’cho kit layin' like? |
| Oh, you don’t know what a kit is?
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| What’cho chain and your watch-man like?
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| This BYLUG, mob shit
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| One and only, 4−1
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| Rose-gold AP, flooded with them VV’s
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| Got a different piece on every time you see me
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| Jumpin' out a white sedan, plottin' on my next plan
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| Might ice the whole face and put some emeralds in the band
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| Next day, platinum masterpiece, guess I’m bein' low
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| But between this watch and iced-link, that’s one-twenty on it
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| Two-and-a-half karat stones in a nigga ear
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| Might upgrade them bitches to four — water, is all I hear
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| 4−1 P charm, boy, this ten years old
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| Been did the emeralds, damn, the industry is so-so (?)
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| Marble on the back, yeah, it match with my matchin' floors
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| Wood in my Benz, it match the floors in my condo
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| Any jewels from this point gotta be big chunks
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| Since I got my money up, I ain’t into little stuff
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| Niggas like that tiny shit, I don’t knock it, guess it’s cute
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| I’m a solid nigga, so my kit gotta be solid too |
| Boy, big kits, big kits
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| Bitch, I rock big kits, big kits
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| I only rock big kits, big kits
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| You could tell I’ma big fish, big fish
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| Big kits, big kits
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| Bitch, I rock big kits, big kits
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| I only rock big kits, big kits
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| You could tell I’ma big fish, big fish
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| Boss shit
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| Girl, yo' babydaddy playin' keep up
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| We had to upgrade his lil' kit when he seen us
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| Niggas buy some petty ass chains and think they ‘fluence us
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| I was a high-schooler, this is shit I been doin'
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| Compete with P, you gon' find yourself ruined
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| No dollar left, me? |
| I’m flyin' in a ‘vette
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| On my way to Somerset, ‘bout to grab a Louis (…)
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| I shop for clothes locally, you see I’m gettin' money
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| VS stones, you lil' niggas so cheap
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| Who you think you’re foolin' with that cloudy ice link?
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| In the winter, niggas wearin' patched up minks
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| My minks cost more than your watch and your piece, boy
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| I’m sellin' like Creed, Mercedes taillights when I leave
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| That watch ain’t even yours on your sleeve, boy
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| That chain another nigga’s, but you swear you touchin' figures |
| Let me cut this verse short, man, I know I’m hurtin' niggas
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| Big kits, big kits
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| Bitch, I rock big kits, big kits
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| I only rock big kits, big kits
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| You could tell I’ma big fish, big fish
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| Big kits, big kits
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| Bitch, I rock big kits, big kits
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| I only rock big kits, big kits
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| You could tell I’ma big fish, big fish
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| This kit I got on over a $ 100K, and I’ll rock another $ 100K another day
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| Tryna keep up, boy, you gon' pull a muscle
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| My worst day is like your best day, it fit the double
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| Yo' new shit ain’t fuckin' with my oldest shit
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| That watch — I been did it, it was cool, now, I’m over it
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| Told her, «You ain’t seen us, you ain’t seen shit'
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| I rather have a solid kit, than rock a bunch of cheap shit |