| How you gon' be cold as us?
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| Your kush ain’t rolled up
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| Your cars ain’t old enough
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| Champagne ain’t cold enough
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| Money still fold up
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| You ain’t buying no clubs
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| You ain’t getting no love
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| But my niggas so thug
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| You ain’t getting thrown up
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| Smell me when I roll up
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| I glow like Leroy
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| My fro like Sho' Nuff
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| Can’t get poured up
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| Everything slowed up
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| Fuck niggas hate us
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| Rich niggas know us
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| I’m riding with gangstas
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| So I don’t need no cup
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| I’m drinking out the bottle
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| Riding with the top down
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| Smoking on A. C
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| Twenty five thousand
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| ‘Bout to blow it out in A. C
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| Niggas join us cause they can’t beat us
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| Ain’t nann nigga play me
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| Keep talking them pounds
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| I’m blowing that daily
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| I’m smoking that good reefer
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| My eyes all lazy
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| Niggas see me getting that money
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| So they look at me crazy
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| My niggas out here stunting
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| Doing drugs all mainey
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| I’m buying brand new cars and shit
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| I get high all day, I ain’t coming down
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| The tweak is heavy, it’s going 'round
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| Rolling up airplanes, bout to catch an airplane
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| Riding in my old-school, listening to old school
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| Doing it how a G’s supposed to do
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| It’s getting cold, I might close the roof
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| Made it up to first class, staying in first class
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| Remember when I ain’t have first class, now I’m the only nigga in first class
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| Started with a bus pass, then I copped a old-school
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| Now I got so many cars, I ain’t got enough room
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| Twenty mil and got more to go
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| Roll some weed and then roll some mo'
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| I’m just going insane trying to figure you out, baby |