| And I’m still in the murda bizness
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| I can hold you down, like I’m givin’lessons in physics
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| You should want a bad bitch like this
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| Drop it low and pick it up just like this
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| Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
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| High heels, somethin’worth a half a ticket on my wrist
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| Takin’all the liquor straight, never chase that
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| Rooftop like we bringin''88 back
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| Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
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| Champagne spillin', you should taste that
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| I’m so fancy
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| You already know
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| I’m in the fast lane, from L. A to Tokyo
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| I’m so fancy
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| Can’t you taste this gold?
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| Remember my name, about to blow
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| I said baby, I do this, I thought that, you knew this
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| Can’t stand no haters and honest, the truth is And my flow retarded, they speaked it, depart it Swagger on super, I can’t shop at no department
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| Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline
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| And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
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| So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
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| I just can’t worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
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| Now tell me, who dat, who dat? |
| That do that, do that
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| Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
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| I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
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| I been workin', I’m up in here with some change to throw
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| I’m so fancy
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| You already know
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| I’m in the fast lane, from L. A to Tokyo
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| I’m so fancy
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| Can’t you taste this gold?
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| Remember my name, about to blow
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| Trash the hotel
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| Let’s get drunk on the mini bar
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| Make the phone call
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| Feels so good getting what I want
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| Keep on turning it up Chandelier swinging, we don’t give a fuck
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| Film star, yeah I’m deluxe
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| Classic, expensive, you don’t get to touch
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| Still stunting, how you love that
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| Got the whole world asking how I does that
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| Hi girl, hands off, don’t touch that
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| Look at that I bet you wishing you could clutch that
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| Just the way you like it, huh?
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| You’re so good, he’s just wishing he could bite it, huh?
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| Never turn down nothing
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| Slayin’these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like
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| I’m so fancy
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| You already know
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| I’m in the fast lane, from L. A to Tokyo
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| I’m so fancy
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| Can’t you taste this gold?
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| Remember my name, about to blow |