| Posted at the front just sipping up on the Alizé
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| Bad bitches running and grindin' peepin' the baller mane
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| Gold things and gold chain and gold rings
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| Mean coach, tailored suits and Cartier frames
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| Two steps 'cause players don’t really dance hoe
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| Break a nigga back by shakin'' dice on them dominoes
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| Makin' money 'cause money is what I comprehend
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| Sailor Moon I see you choose that in front your man
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| Breaking hearts and locking lips I don’t understand
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| Bro became the rookie and sip all over this double can
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| Glock up at the crib and don’t be ringing the phone
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| Getting loose straight off the Henny and my partners rolling the skunk
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| Gettin' the red Testarossa steady switchin' them lanes
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| Feelin' like I’m Tony Montana with diamonds in my chain
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| Come and lounge at the players club, come get a back rub
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| Feet up countin' money, see the stacks, bruh?
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| Pockets filled with nothing but blues, I’m dropping checks
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| Bring a bottle of your finest champagne, that’s to the neck
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| When I first saw you
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| You threw me a kiss
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| I, smiled and laughed it off
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| I tried to resist you looked so good
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| So inviting
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| I wanted to stop and tell you
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| You excite me
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| I can feel a mutual attraction
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| A mutual attraction
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| I can feel a mutual attraction |