| Yeah, yeah
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| That’s what we doin', haha
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| You know I pull up in somethin' American, fuck Ford
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| Correct
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| I’m back outside, Monte Carlo and them Gold Chains
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| My show the whole thing
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| Got the advantage like a home game
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| I pull up on her with the whole gang
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| You know them pretty girl clicks
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| Talk a little ratchet, only city girl shit (Period)
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| Mix the Jordans with the Dior, some dressed down shit
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| They was from the East Coast, but on some West Side shit
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| Well baby girl, meet the Midwest in the flesh
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| I ain’t from here either, but I rest in the West
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| I like to play the hills or the valley, relieve stress
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| Gelato or the, don’t matter, I sting the best
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| So whatchu wanna do, boo?
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| We can hit Beverly berries in Malibu, Nobu (It's on you) (Shit)
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| It’s whatever for you
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| You got, I ain’t stutterin' for you
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| Shit, I figure we pass time while we on our grind
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| And we both out of town, we got nothing but time
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| Might as well spend it together, just you and I
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| Ride around in a and bump, you and I
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| I know my talk kinda sly, that’s just the Midwest
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| And I ain’t tryna flex, I’m tryna impress
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| I had other plans too
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| I just hope my plans change with you |