| Go 'head, O
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| Danny, I see you
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| On some cash, what I’m running through
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| Bands, make that money move
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| Dance, make that honey groove
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| Pussy tastes like honeydew
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| With these racks I see straight through you
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| You thought that shit was make believe
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| All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches want to see
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| Hold up
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| Diamonds flooded on my ring, check
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| I got money for my team
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| Women is so delicious
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| Swimming in different bitches
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| I’ma get
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| Audemar on my wrist
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| Got a new bitch, suck dick
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| Autopilot in a spaceship
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| Bad lil' baby, can you face it?
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| Hop in the Tesla, I put it in coupe
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| What the hell did I do to you?
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| Why can’t you just keep it real, keep the truth?
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| Yuh
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| Keeping it the truth, yuh (Keeping it)
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| Keeping it true, yuh (Keeping it keep-)
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| Keeping it true, yuh (Keeping it true)
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| Keeping it true, yuh (Yeah)
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| Huh, yuh, yuh
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| Keeping it true with me (Keeping it keeping it)
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| Keeping it true with me (True)
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| Too many holes in my jeans
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| On some cash, what I’m running through
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| Bands, make that money move
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| Dance, make that honey groove
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| Pussy tastes like honeydew
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| With these racks, I see straight through you (Yeah)
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| You thought that shit was make believe
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| All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches want to see (Yeah, yeah)
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| Niggas flexing Gucci that they bought on Grailed (Heehee)
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| Same price for your Gucci, pay my brother bail (Ooh)
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| Pull up in a Batmobile, I feel like Christian Bale (Ooh, yeah)
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| I just poured the Wockhardt in the Ginger Ale (Yeah, yeah)
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| Got 30 texts 'bout money, thought it was chain mail (Hey, yeah)
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| These bitches think I’m feeling them, I can’t read braille (Hey, yeah)
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| Show me hifey, pussy taste like diced peach (Mwah)
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| Diamonds white bleach, diamonds made my Sprite pink (Yeah)
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| I just made a chain and I ditched it (Ooh)
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| Yuh, I just fucked her friend and went distant (Facts)
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| Yuh, Phantom and the Ghost, superstitious (Big racks)
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| I fucked the most, too many hoes, put 'em in Guinness (Heehee)
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| On some cash, what I’m running through
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| Bands, make that money move
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| Dance, make that honey groove
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| Pussy tastes like honeydew
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| With these racks I see straight through you
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| You thought that shit was make believe
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| All this guap I got on me, it make these bitches want to see
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| Dew
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| Dew |