| I see you travel like Carmella
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| Come alive like the Reynolds, yeah yeah
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| With your tan from Coachella
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| And your watch with the bezel, yeah yeah
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| When we smash in your Renault
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| Being mild like edental, yeah yeah
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| Between your legs like a wrestle
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| Getting loud, getting messy, like
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| Couple hundred thousand for a movie
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| Moody cause you caught me with your roomie, yeah
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| Double-headed monster in a hoodie
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| In a hoodie, yeah
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| I got you spacin' like a pilot
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| Hit the spot when he hollow, yeah yeah
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| Now you scream like soprano
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| Get the cream like gelato, yeah yeah
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| Tell me you’re from Toronto
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| Pick a bank like the lotto, yeah yeah
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| At the lie low with the bottles
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| Getting loud, drinking heavy, like
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| Show your cards, babe
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| Queen of hearts, babe
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| Your bizarre shape
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| And my scarred face
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| 100−200 thousand
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| Money whore, money bring the problems, aye
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| Wheels, I got 'em from a custom made
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| The villa same size as the MacCulkin’s
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| Couple hundred thousand for a movie
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| Moody cause you caught me with your roomie, yeah
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| Double-headed monster in a hoodie
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| In a hoodie
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| I’ve got shit on my mind now
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| You’re probably with your girls
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| In your Beverly hideout
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| Oh, honey, honey
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| I’m still wasting my time now
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| I know that you’ve been hurt
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| By the rest of this party time
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| I’m all up in you
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| I’m all up in her, yeah |