| Butterfly doors, gotta let 'em up
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| They takin' pictures of me, hold my Richie up
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| When I slide in, oh, she ride in
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| Knock a nigga off quick with a light ten
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| Oh, she ride like a pro, get a new Benz
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| Off the jet to a check, it’s a backend
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| I can’t trip, I put Fendi on my slips (On my slips)
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| I got gang with me, you might wanna dip
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| I got plaques on plaques, Maybach, way back
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| Drop a hundred where my stash spot at (Rich)
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| Chain frozen, and I bought my bitch a Range Rover (Woo)
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| Lambo with no top, yeah, bitch, the game over (Skrrt skrrt, hey)
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| Brand new mansion spot, invite the gang over (Gang, gang)
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| We ain’t soaked, but baguettes look like rain soakin' (Baguettes)
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| Bands out the gym, jumpin' like double dutch (Bands, they jumpin')
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| You kissin' on the bitch and we gon' split 'em up (Lil' bitch)
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| You got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up, Uh-huh)
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| Why you capping? |
| 'cause the money, it ain’t big enough (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
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| Yeah, had to cut the middle man, I ain’t talking Malcolms
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| When you put the work in, just look at all the outcomes
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| When you blessin' faith, what these niggas be like, «How come?»
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| Know we quick to fuck these niggas up like round one
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| I got no time for hissy fits (No), can’t count on you, you counterfeit
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| It’s just me, Offset, and Rich
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| When you lose and win it all, that’s a feeling you’ll never forget
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| Graveyard shifts, tales from the crypt
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| See, I’m the boss, no calling sick, look
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| It’s just me and all my dogs and we ridin' like we lawless
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| She hit me with «Let's talk,"shit
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| But bitch, you might as well be talking to a fucking wall
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| Than to have a heart-to-heart with a nigga that’s as heartless
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| Yeah, I look exhausted (Woah), but that’s just what it cost, shit
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| I still proceed with caution (Uh-huh)
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| 'Cause I done seen some people have it all and then they lost it (Straight up)
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| Got a dime bitch ridin' with me even when she nauseous (Damn)
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| Done made it through the fire, but I’m still that fucking raw, bitch (Fucking
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| raw, I’m that raw, bitch)
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| I go off, go in, go up, but never go back (Go)
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| I know we in a league of our own, bitch, I’m pro-black (Huh)
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| Just hit a lick for my grandsons and I don’t have sons (Woah)
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| But that’s how far I’m thinking ahead, bitch, and some
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| Two cups, two sluts (Two sluts)
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| Jump right in it like Iike I’m playin' double dutch (Ooh)
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| Whippin' in that pot, I hit it uppercut (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
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| I put my drip up on the plate, she eat it up (Hey)
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| Big body keys, the Bentley truck get mounted up (Big body keys)
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| You can’t buy me for no million, nigga, that ain’t enough (That ain’t enough)
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| But I only spent a dime to get your tummy tucked (Dime)
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| Nigga done lost your fuckin' mind tryna beef with us (Lost your mind)
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| Bands out the gym, jumpin' like double dutch (Bands, they jumpin')
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| You kissin' on the bitch and we gon' split 'em up (Lil' bitch)
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| You got a problem, go and speak it up (Go and speak it up)
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| Why you capping? |
| 'cause the money, it ain’t big enough (Huh?) |