| I took your bitch, that’s right
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| Money keep coming, that’s right
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| Only ride foreign, that’s right
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| Whole team on, that’s right
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| My niggas gon' ride, that’s right
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| My niggas gon' shoot, not fight
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| Whether wrong or right
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| That’s right, that’s right
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| Two clubs in one night
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| 25 bands, one night
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| Kush up in that Raw
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| Purple in that Sprite
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| Them hoes in rotation
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| Money my motivation
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| Money make her cum
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| And I’mma make her taste it
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| Put it in the neck, I’ma make her gag on it
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| Head in the 'Rari, that’s how you blow a hundred
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| Hoes come and go
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| I’ma fuck and then I want 'em
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| Hoes like J’s, wear 'em once then I don’t want 'em
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| Swerve, hit the corner, in the California
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| Running through these hoes, like I play for Minnesota (A.P!)
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| She turn off her phone, cause nigga you a sucker
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| Police ass niggas tellem' stop cuffin' |