| Uhh, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swing
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| Arm out the window screaming "Money ain't a thang"
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain
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| Been around the world, all the hoes know my name
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Fuck a nigga up, Louie belt match the chucks
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| I'm in the club with Raww nigga, ten ratchets tucked
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| Back it up like a U-Haul, when cash is up
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| Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck
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| Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid
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| Bitch say she in love with me, stay away from Cupid
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| The Panamera's sick, lupus
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| T-Raww, show them how we do it
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| Ahh! |
| Swoosh sign, do it
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| My new bitch a nudist, peace like a buddist
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| Cooler than Cool Whip, give brain, don't be stupid
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| Faded like Boosie, cut like a crew neck
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| Arm out the window, 'nother check, 'nother Rolex
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| Mo' less, the Moet, the mo' sex, I must say
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| I boarded the P-jet, more than a piss test
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| So wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna make up
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| Break up, telling these bitches to get their cake up
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| Wake up, shooting my babies all on her make-up
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| I'm running through these hoes, Brandon Jacobs
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| Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs
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| Skeeted off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead
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| Uhh, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swing
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| Arm out the window screaming "Money ain't a thang"
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain
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| Been around the world, all the hoes know my name
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Never tell a bitch I love her, money talk, Chris Tucker
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| Got a chauffeur and a driver, I don't lease it, I'ma buy it
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| Y'all be on a broke diet, you ain't eating but you biting my style
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| Motherfucker strike like lightning
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| T-Carti, my bitch like Bvlgari
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| I walk in the spot, all the bitches bogart me
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| Spent 30 racks, I'ma make it back tomorrow
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| Pull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara
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| You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari
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| Tyga riding shotgun, snake print Carti-er
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| I'm in them Nike Airs
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| 2500 nigga, call them Nikes rare
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| See them niggas hating, but I don't really care
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| Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flares
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| Snow on my wirst call that Roley big bear
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| Nigga see it in the light though (woo!) Ric Flair
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| Uhh, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swing
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| Arm out the window screaming "Money ain't a thang"
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain
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| Been around the world, all the hoes know my name
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Pull up at the barbershop, chop the top off the Phantom
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| Bitches screaming A, we ain't where near Atlanta
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| Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner
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| Fucking with them lottery balls, now she a winner
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| I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina
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| Get lost in that pussy, nigga you will never find me
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| Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda
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| Shout out my nigga Breezy and beat it like Rihanna
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| Uhh, when I switch lanes, Phantom doors swing
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| Arm out the window screaming "Money ain't a thang"
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain
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| Been around the world, all the hoes know my name
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| Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
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| Miss that automatic bang, bang, bang |