| Yeah, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| Can’t never switch, huh
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| Ooh, ayy, any, huh
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| You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her
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| I might just paint the Bentley mustard
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| I got rich, that’s on my mother
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| Say she love you, still can’t trust her
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| Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
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| But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby
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| Why your boyfriend a lame? |
| I got mo' paper
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| Bring the money out now, I got mo' haters
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| Where my stash box? |
| Bring the racks out
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| Watch your bad bop (Bad)
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| I blew that cash out (Cash, what)
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| Yah, ayy, ran my money up
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| Now I got mo' haters (I got mo' papers)
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| Bitches wanna fuck 'cause I got mo' papers
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| Now I Speed Race, I want more face
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| My bitch bake the cake, I might slide the Wraith
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| Hermès links, check the slink
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| Chanel when she blink, she want that 'Rari pink (Skrrt, skrrt)
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| You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her
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| I might just paint the Bentley mustard
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| I got rich, that’s on my mother
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| Say she love you, still can’t trust her
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| Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
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| But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby
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| Why your boyfriend a lame? |
| I got mo' paper
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| Bring the money out now, I got mo' haters
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| I need the bag fast, fast, fast, fast (Fast)
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| Pulled up, Lambo, niggas mad, mad, mad, mad (Niggas mad)
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| Saint Laurent, hard bottoms, splash, splash, splash (Splash)
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| You might slip on a drip, you might need the cash
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| I painted my 6−4 red, a lot of my homies dead
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| Some of my homies Blue, a lot of my homies Red
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| On Bloods, I need that head, I’m tryin' to feel it in my legs
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| I’m trying to spend a little bread, fuck it up at Sakks, yeah
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| All my bitches drive Benz, I’ll put you in a Benz
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| All my hoes conniving, they finesse them M’s
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| Rich nigga slide in, oh yeah, yeah she did
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| Before you fuck me, give that pussy a cleanse, yeah
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| You ain’t a boss you can’t touch her
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| I might just paint the Bentley mustard
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| I got rich, that’s on my mother
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| Say she love you, still can’t trust her
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| Cut the pork, drop the top, then I Speed Race it
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| But my frames, they Dior, I can’t see baby
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| Why your boyfriend a lame? |
| I got mo' paper
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| Bring the money out now, I got mo' haters |