| Watch me tip toe on my way to the top,
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| Mozart pose by my Lamborghini drop top,
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| Seven cell phones, can’t remember my last name,
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| Mothafuck a bill, my whole life is auto-pay,
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| I can ride gray in the thunderstorm Benz,
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| Hashi Tashi TV screen, I can hang on the rim,
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| Should of been a hooper, shot more jump shots than Cupid,
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| Should I monster truck or should I candy Coop it,
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| Butterscotch skin while she tells me I’m famous,
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| Would answer your call but I don’t owe you no favors,
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| Thirty one flavors like Baskin Robbins,
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| My new haircut and my bangs I judo chopped them,
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| Jody three moons with the black light poster,
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| I put on 50 pounds like that damn Sammy Sosa,
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| I can Mark Mcguire, I can not expire,
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| Give me 50 mill, I might think about retire,
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| All I ever wanted was to buy Versace islands,
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| Candy coat the jet with two naked lady pilots,
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| Can’t see my diamonds, 'Sace shades cover my eyelids,
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| Macarena diamonds, diamonds dancin' like Usher
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| Squad’s out in Sweden bench-pressing out in Russia |