| A nigga hot, like ten summers
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| Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
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| My money long, like ten Hummers
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| I been getting to the money the last ten summers
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| Ten summers, ten summers
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| I been getting to the money the last ten summers
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| My money long, like ten Hummers
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| That nigga full of shit, somebody call the plumber
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| A nigga hot, like ten summers
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| Ten chains on, walking in a Benihana
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| My money long, like ten Hummers
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| I been getting to the money the last ten summers
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| You know I keep it G, like ten hundreds
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| I won’t fuck that nasty bitch wearing ten condoms
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| The chain cost me like ten Hondas
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| 2Pac, dear ma, I’m tryna kill something
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| You know I do this on the regular, I’m telling ya
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| I smoke loud though, I don’t smoke no regular
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| Dear John letter to all my competitors:
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| I dumped my last girlfriend because she wasn’t wet enough
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| If I hear about a lick, I’m like «bet it up»
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| I got a young bitch that could set it up
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| Summertime, I’m about whatever, bruh, and
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| I’mma need a handicap sticker cause my whip is dumb
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| I fell in love with that money, she fell in love with my schwag
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| Too fly for these niggas but we knee-deep in that trap
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| You just getting that bread, since Bin Laden been dead
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| Killing these niggas, wrist might get time in the feds
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| I’m stunting, Evel Knievel, dirty Sprite by the liter
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| Let that top down on my Beamer til' I’m tired of balling like Tila
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| On the books just like De La, get you knocked right out your FILA
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| Have your neighborhood drug dealer, just shoot yo' ass and peel out
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| You know I got the streets hotter than the Gates of Hell
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| Six for the nine-piece but you make it twelve
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| It’s simple math, yeah, we got the yola
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| 20 million strong, MMG taking over
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| Ten summers, ten baby mommas
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| Yeah, I got my baby girl tatted on my stomach
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| Ten thousand worth of tats like an esé
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| I got a bag of pills, who wanna play them ex-games?
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| I do this for the trap cause I’m a trap star
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| Inside of my car look like a laptop
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| Outside of my car look like a crack spot and
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| If you think you’re lucky, it depends on your crap shot
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| Baby, let me put my stick up in your matchbox
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| All my verses hot, you might pass out
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| Got your girl smoking loud with her ass out and
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| If you didn’t know then, bitch, I’m the man now
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| Hot |