| Hey
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| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
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| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
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| Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
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| I just wanna wake up to the suns and Saint Laurent
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| Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts, hella blunts
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| I just wanna wake up on Qatar, on a yacht
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| Or in the Rolls that’s rented, windows tinted
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| We got a big spendin', big spendin'
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| I’ma get back on my feet, give me a minute
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| I’ma feel this in my thighs, like evenin' it
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| Young summer, young summer, give me a minute
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| Sun down, wind chimes
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| Break it down, one line, a line
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| Can’t no see me, no flex, be kind
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| Dollars never show up on CP time
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| I just wanna wake up on CP time
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| Wake up to that nigga, leave he behind
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| Get a presidential suite, leave with they women
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| In the Rolls that’s rented, windows tinted
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| Sun down, wind chimes
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| Break it down, one line, a line
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| Can’t no see me, no flex, be kind
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| Dollars never show up on CP time
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| What do you have? |
| Well count me
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| No, I didn’t say a thing, uh-uh
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| I didn’t say nothing |