| I ain’t with no fraking all my juwels on flex
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| Every nigga ridin' with me pull up with extras
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| See I’mma die reppin'
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| We make money not excuses hope you haters get the message
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| Homie I ain’t with no all my juwels on flex
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| Every nigga ridin' with me pull up with extras
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| See I’mma die reppin'
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| We make money not excuses hope you haters get the message
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| Gold on my neck, gold of my wrist
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| Keep your hoe in check cause she be on my dick
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| Brand new hunnids, all blue money
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| Tell me where you function at, I fall through, stuntin'
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| you ain’t say shit
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| Young crooked rich, wrist gon' shine in they bitch
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| Okay, Ingle’s on my tatts, my racks
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| Trapper turned rapper bitch and I ain’t goin' back
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| Nooo
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| Look
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| S-O-X, rep for my set
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| VVS ones, float on my neck
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| Bitch I been ballin', I’m workin' on my left
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| Five star mills, coversations with the
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| See I been California, and my way
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| I’m backseat chillin', top my chauffeur on her shoulder
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| I get my down dollas, pussy nigga holla
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| My chain so big I came in pop my collar
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| Crook! |