| I’m a star, look at my wrist
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| Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish
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| All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown
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| All this money keep these bad bitches around
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| I just wanted to be rich
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| I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks
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| Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds
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| Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around
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| I said with Guwop in a new drop
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| Shirt off like 2Pac
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| From Seminary, nigga you not
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| In the kitchen breakin' in the new pots
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| On papers but I still keep that hammer on me
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| I’m the shit in East Oakland bitch, ask about me, look
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| EA, nigga EO, Anti like T. O
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| Rollie on, got three more
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| Dirty piss for my PO
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| You a bird bitch, you a bird bitch
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| Thirty on me, Stephen Curry bitch
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| I was steppin' on the work bitch
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| When you was steppin' into work bitch
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| These red bottoms cost three thou
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| Make a bitch walk three miles
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| My ex bitch wanna reach out
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| To a broke bitch, I play senile
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| It’s F.O.D, 1017
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| Seen ten bricks when I was seventeen
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| Dirty sprite mixed with the lean
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| Bust down Rollie but the diamonds clean
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| I’m a star, look at my wrist
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| Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish
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| All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown
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| All this money keep these bad bitches around
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| I just wanted to be rich
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| I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks
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| Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds
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| Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around
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| I walked out the fed gate, I shed all the dead weight
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| I just shut Coachella down then I flew into the bay
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| Man this track sound so familiar, man it’s Gucci Mane and Zay
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| And Philthy Rich, if you ain’t tryna get rich you in the way
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| Matter fact I hit the lot and bought me five more Bentleys
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| Three tennis chains on but I don’t play tennis
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| Two bad bitches with me nigga, mind your fuckin' business
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| All the chickens that I sold, I could’ve got a life sentence
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| I’m grinning 'cause I’m winning, put myself in this position
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| It’s hard not to smile when you just made twenty million
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| This might be a hit Philthy, damn that sprite look real filthy
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| All these diamonds on me, ain’t no way I could plead not guilty
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| I’m a star, look at my wrist
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| Eleven eleven, she just wanna make a wish
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| All this water 'round my neck, it make me drown
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| All this money keep these bad bitches around
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| I just wanted to be rich
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| I came from nothing, I was stackin' in my nicks
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| Now these niggas come up to me like we rounds
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| Guess all this money keep these fake niggas around |