| Ghetto Boyz shit
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| MCD, Wavy Gang, Iced Up Records shit
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| Yeah, Yeah
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| Millionaires, yeah
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| Really mean that shit
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| Yeah
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| I got rich on a accident
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| Nigga, I hit your bitch on a accident
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| Snuck a four-nickel in the club, who you scrapping with?
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| Two hundred K in all twenties look immaculate
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| Had to leave the scene for two years, now I’m back again
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| Yeah, did you miss me, ho?
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| White tee on, Nike joggers, I’m crispy, though
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| Had to tell my bitch to quit calling, I’m with my ho
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| Yeah, I like bad bitches only
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| Paid fifty for it and I ain’t set the time on the Rollie
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| Ten years ago I had a box Chevy, m and Soda
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| Fast forward, now I’m sliding up the mall in a Rover
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| Drop a eight in a twnty-four, call it Kobe
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| I’ll drop your pussy-ass broad day, you run up on me
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| Had to bring my niggas with me to the top 'cause it’s lonely
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| Fuck nah, we don’t got the same watch 'cause mines ain’t phony
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| Last spot I hit was Golden Sun with the safe on me
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| New bust down rose gold Patek cost eight Rollies
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| I just sent a bitch to Miami for a makeover
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| Bitch, it’s Ghetto Boyz E-N-T, we finna take over
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| I got real pape coming in, I gotta stay focused
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| Brodie owe me a body, nigga, I ain’t gotta pay for it
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| Baby say she want a new Chanel, told her wait for it
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| Better run that shit on somebody else, bitch, I ain’t going
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| Diamond link cost fifty and you ain’t know it
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| The shit I’m rocking out your tax bracket, you a lil' boy
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| Better take your hands out your pocket, I’m a lil' noided
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| Catch a body, take the shit to trial, I got a good lawyer
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| Gucci loafs on with the slacks, tryna look cordial
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| Thirty K in twenties in my pants, made it this morning
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| I get money sitting on my ass, bitch, I been doing it
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| I ain’t finna beef on Instagram, man, that shit corny
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| Wanna run you up some pape, nigga? |
| Hang with me
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| Just made a hundred K, shit, I’m buying me a chain this week
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| I don’t talk down on niggas, that’s lame to me
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| They caught you with a brick, how you out? |
| that’s strange to me
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| You can take me out the hood, that ain’t changing me
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| Thirty pointers in my new link, it’s the chain for me
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| Fell in love with the Hi-Tech, it’s the drank for me
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| Man, niggas ain’t tryna get rich, stay away from me |