| Pull a mil' and that day ain’t even have a goddamn deal
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| On your pill, everyday I just be sippin' Chamomile
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| Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I’m here
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| Every week, I be on her face, she think it’s Cetaphil
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| Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib
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| I got people locked and loaded like they trained for ISIS
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| Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you’ll have it
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| Pullin' all these guns, but do you really want attention?
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| Photo shoot the second I go out
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| Catch me chillin' with Offset in a luau
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| You gotta give a resume so I can see what you about
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| Fuck your Snapchat, fuck your camera
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| I need space like astronaut
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| Please don’t make me pull up on you
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| Like Tom Sawyer, like to get right to the point
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| And my sneakers match my sweater, I got hella sauce like soy
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| Like my dad, I’m the man, don’t wanna see me mad
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| What you doin'? |
| Is you lost? |
| Go ahead and call a cab, ayy
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| Yesterday my mother called me, she told me that she be worried
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| 'Bout my food and what I eatin', I tell her it’s calamari
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| D’usse when I got no plans, sippin' on it after dinner
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| You say you hang with the man, I see him when I’m in the mirror
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| Pull a mil' and that day ain’t even have a goddamn deal
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| On your pill, everyday I just be sippin' Chamomile
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| Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I’m here
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| Every week, I be on her face, she think it’s Cetaphil
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| Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib
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| I got people locked and loaded like they trained for ISIS
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| Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you’ll have it
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| Pullin' all these guns, but do you really want attention?
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| Diamonds on my wrist got her attention (hey!)
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| When I pulled up in that drop top, Farnsworth Bentley (skrrt!)
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| I heard your main bitch, she got me in her mentions (hey!)
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| I am a Martian, I am not from this dimension (no!)
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| All of this water drippin' on my Patek, like I rest it (drip)
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| Fuck on your daughter, I won’t test a bet, she in detention
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| Drip drop, Gucci socks, bought my bitch Givenchy (hey!)
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| No tick tock, Rolex watch, plain Jane, keepin' it simple
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| Young rich nigga, in the trap with rich niggas
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| Ain’t goin' for a bitch nigga, choppa flip niggas (skrrt!)
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| On my way up to eight figures, I don’t need nigga
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| No police, my neck on freeze, my dog breed killers
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| Pull a mil' and that day ain’t even have a goddamn deal
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| On your pill, everyday I just be sippin' Chamomile
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| Mass appeal, everybody show up 'cause they know I’m here
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| Every week, I be on her face, she think it’s Cetaphil
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| Up in my business, pull up in my bitch crib
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| I got people locked and loaded like they trained for ISIS
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| Askin' for forgiveness, I never said you’ll have it
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| Pullin' all these guns, but do you really want attention? |