| Count another grip, smoke another zip
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| Yet them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
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| Make a hundred k, spend it all today
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| What can I say, my dna is givenchy
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| What my swag is, retarded
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| What I’m driving, ferrari
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| What I’m rocking, armani, gianni, versace, huh
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| Fuck around and I’ll buy one of you broke niggas
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| My change, insane
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| My chain, oh that thing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| Stackin’cheese till my bread right
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| Smokin’weed till my head right
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| Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like.
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| Stackin’cheese till my bread right
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| Smokin’trees till my head right
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| Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like.
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| It’s nothing, it’s nothing
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| You niggas chasin’money I’m on top of it If it ain’t money don’t know what the topic is Don’t come out till next year that mean I’m rockin’it
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| Order thirty-seven bottles call it poppin’shit
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| Goddamn, what you on A private plane, fuck you on Party in south of france when it’s cold
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| Used to rock all that old shit till it got old
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| My hair longer than your girl
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| Go shawty it’s your world
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| Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries
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| Scarface, all out
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| All I want in this world
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| I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl
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| It ain’t nothin’to me but it’s somethin’to you
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| Count money like it’s somethin’to do Summer time I’m like fuck the roof, winter time I’m in 'lo boots
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| And uh, it’s nothin'
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| I like being high because it’s a better view
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| And, I told your ho my chain so cold it’s on theraflu |