| Yeah
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| Can you please mothafuckin’rise
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| For the national mothafuckin’trap star anthem
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| Let’s go Cause bitch I’m amazing', look what I’m blazin'
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| Eyes so low, yea I look like an Asian
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| Forever clubbin', forever thuggin'
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| Haters run they mouth, they ain’t talkin’bout nothin'
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| Cause Bitch I’m amazin'
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| Closed door armour, lookin’like it’s miller times
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| Sixty Seven diamond chain, who he think he Busta Rhymes
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| Bitch I bust a lot of rhymes, could of done a lot of time
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| And I ain’t never snorted shit, put it all up on the line
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| Got a lot up on my mind, got a lot up on my plate
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| Got to feed my hood, So I’m up and down the interstate
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| The streets need a nigga, so I’m in and out that vocal booth
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| Hoes love a nigga, cause I’m in and out they yellow coupe
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| But nuttin but banana split, say that I’m her favourite
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| If you can take a lot of dick, I can talk a lot of shit
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| Go on baby swag it up, show them haters who your with
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| Bring you want that gangsta shit, who you niggas fuckin’with
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| Cause Bitch I’m amazin'
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| First I sold two mill, then I sold another one
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| Told them if you pay for three, that I will front another one
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| Told them if they give me this, then I’ll record another one
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| But if you can not give me that, ain’t no sense in callin’back
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| Fuck you think they sell me for, fuck you think they find me at Damn right American, I’m gonna need a bigger hat
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| Close your eyes imagine this, gonna need a bigger safe
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| I got bills up in that bitch, that bitch stacked up since 98
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| Let 'em talk, let 'em hate, watch them lick the navigate
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| If you touch 'em, wipe 'em off
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| Bring a brush, then take em off
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| I can make an avalanche and I ain’t talkin Chevy trucks
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| Call me Georgia lottery cause I’ll be talkin mega bucks
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| Cause Bitch I’m amazin'
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| Must of spent ten grand to make they coupe stand taller
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| First round draft pick, yea I’m mother fuckin balla
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| Just right your number down, baby girl I might call ya If she give it to me now, she won’t live to see tomorrow
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| And if she playin’with it, she won’t make it thru the night
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| Before the song with kanye, I had my money right
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| Used to call me vice grips, yea I get my money tight
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| Now it’s time to re up, then I make my money white
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| You can catch me at my jewel, yea I like my money bright
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| You can find me at the lot, yea I like my money fast
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| Two hundred on the gas, two hundred on the dash
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| Yea I’m spendin’all money, now I’m livin’in the past |