| Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
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| Them fuck niggas don’t understand
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| You ain’t gettin' money, what’s your plan
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| I’m feelin' like the fuckin' man
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| Damn, I just spent a hundred grand
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| Them fuck niggas don’t understand
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| You ain’t getting' money, what’s your plan
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| I’m feelin' like the fuckin' man
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| Knew I’d be the man one day
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| Knew I’d be the, knew I’d be the man one day (booya)
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| VIP with a flock of Kelly Bundys
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| All callin' me daddy like my son say
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| Wizzy, what the tweak be
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| All mamas that KK got me sleepy
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| NWA, I’m easy
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| Got these bitches sayin' «Yeah» like Jeezy
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| My clique is heavy, my weed is smelly
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| Big crib don’t need a telly
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| I ride with them real goons with machine guns, don’t need a Kelly
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| Talkin' shit but we turnt up too
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| Drunk as hell, that’s what turnt up do
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| Talkin' pounds we done smoked them too
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| Talkin' millions we aren’t the few
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| Talkin' champagne they brought it through
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| Hundred million they rep my gang
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| Goin' fast when I’m in my lane
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| Diamond? |
| that be my gang
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| Smoked it up, you don’t smoke enough
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| Boy you sweet, you so coconut
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| Weed is loud, get close enough
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| Shit get sticky on purple stuff
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| chick on?
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| Hopped out in them shell-toes
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| Need more room for my elbows
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| I dropped the bomb in their?
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| These hoes be actin' up
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| These niggas be lettin' ‘em
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| Shawty rollin' them veggies up
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| That’s? |
| at the courtyard
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| Take it to the Marriott
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| Watch a nigga paint, Basquiat
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| Bought my own crib, so I’m growin' pot
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| Got my own water, so I bought a yacht
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| Y’all niggas complacent
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| From? |
| to that basement
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| To the top floor that’s so spacious
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| At the Westin, just restin'
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| Me, J.R., and Wiz go back like rentals
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| Gettin' money watchin' for the?
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| Chains got to write like pencils
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| Got magazines for them issues
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| We on one, you damn right
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| with them bands right
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| She ain’t gay but she playin' dyke
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| I’m no plumb' but I’m layin' pipe
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| Like why
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| Nigga bout to take this shot
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| Nigga really gettin' this bread
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| Niggas say they ballin' but they not
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| Smokin weed, livin' in the air
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| I grind so I’m getting' what I got, ooh
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| I go hard and these fuck niggas, man they ain’t got a clue, ooh
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| So much chiefin' and sippin' that mud
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| Niggas think I am the plug
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| Crank in the club while you makin' it rain
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| Juicy J he be makin' it flood
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| Fuck it man I threw it all
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| She? |
| never no draws
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| That shit be good I would pass her the sack
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| Bitch I’m like Santa Claus
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| money and smokin' weight
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| Make a mess I’m holdin' cake
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| Nigga I take yo bitch nigga
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| That’s the reason why you love to hate
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| I buy Louis just to meditate
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| Kush bags just to medicate
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| I’m just tryna levitate
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| Hit the mall and blow a whip
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| Hundred k I double dip
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| Turn around and double it
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| Nigga I supply the hood
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| Got plastics filled with benjamins
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| Juicy J I’m gettin' that purp, work
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| Pockets never hurt
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| If I fall off (nope), the trap where I revert
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| Damn I just spent a hundred grand |