| I used to cop ten grams, turn it into twenty
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| So even as a small timer, I was gettin' money (gettin' money)
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| But boy when that bag came
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| Yeah, I did my damn thing
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| In a European speeding in the fast lane
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| Excited 'bout my last play, I filled up my last safe
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| Your watch tell me that you lack taste
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| Lactose help me ice my first Presi-face
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| The links say I’m in the heavyweight
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| But I ain’t in this shit
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| You ask me, a nigga been legit
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| You think I care that niggas with the shits
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| Could get 'em hit while I was clearly chillin' at a black tie evnt
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| I don’t know shit
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| Paid the plug, I don’t owe shit
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| You niggas gross, you don’t grow shit
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| Bitches see m and whisper «Oh shit»
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| While I take slow sips of champagne with a froze wrist
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| You on the block, I’m on the boat trip
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| Why the bowls flip?
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| Daily checkin' off my goals list
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| Watch niggas is true, most switch
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| Ain’t gotta bend the trust the justify the fact they doing hoe shit
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| Gotta batch but it’s gon' go quick
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| So put your order in
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| My losses go into some sorta win
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| For four years I been spotted in some sorta Benz
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| Made men when I huddle up, that’s what important means |