| Brand new V on twenty-threes
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| Walked through the 'jects, came out kinda flee
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| Take care of the paper and invest in a key
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| Lot of hundreds on me, got a whole lot of chi-chi
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| Lot of diamonds on me, told the jeweler man freeze me
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| Brick after brick, damn, the whole hood need me
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| Louis V 'fit, hit the scene with a bad bitch
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| Real trap nigga, now they got me on TV
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| Was a scammin' ass nigga gettin' rich off a tablet
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| Havoc, slidin' with them sticks automatic
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| Yeah, beat it down, bitch, like I’m daddy
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| On tour, still got dope in my cabin
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| Designer mix-match, go crazy with your fashion
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| Forty-two four, say hello to my passion
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| New drop cost two hundred, gotta dash it
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| Four hundred for the zip, that’s all white ashes
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| Miss me like a wifey with the threats, pal
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| 'Fore I turn your name to the next Pat
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| Off the top rope, fall, splash, ex-pat
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| Know I gotta get back (Yeah)
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| Lot of money in the backpack (Uh)
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| Lot of money in the backpack (Ah)
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| Doors open like a rat trap
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| And the GPS can’t track that
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| They dead
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| I’m switchin' permissions
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| I’m switchin' the passwords on you niggas
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| Last words from you niggas
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| Laugh first on you niggas, burst on you niggas (Yeah)
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| We doin' division
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| That half and the quarter, that’s different percentage (Wow)
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| We come with precision
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| We come with the scissors, we cuttin' you out
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| You knew what it was when you met me
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| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though
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| I just met a plug and he blessed me (The plug)
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| We ain’t gon' talk about that, though
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| You knew what it was when you met me
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| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though
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| I just met a plug and he blessed me
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| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though
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| Twirlin' fettuccine pasta
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| White wine sauce, just somethin' slight, though
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| If you wanna place a bet on it, don’t step on it, you can call Lonzo
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| Twist the jar closed, swingin' elbows
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| Leave a scale of those blues and yellows
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| I could send a will to you with a pill, but the folks know where your mail go
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| It’s on sale, though
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| Liquidated, oh, we on a sailboat
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| Silk 'fit like I sell dope
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| And it cost a brick like my jumper’s broke
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| Quick, pronto, swift Carlos
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| White barcode
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| Me, Z Money serve Mikey and Cardo
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| Ayy, this beat hard, though
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| You knew what it was when you met me
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| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though
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| I just met a plug and he blessed me (The plug)
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| We ain’t gon' talk about that, though
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| You knew what it was when you met me
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| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though
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| I just met a plug and he blessed me
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| We ain’t gotta talk about that, though |