| They want it, I got it, damn right I’ma flaunt it
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| Do anything you want, just don’t get up on it
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| Them O.G.'s raised, you know them streets made me
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| Equipped with the gator, drive these young bitches crazy
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| Baby that’s crazy, more like a straight jacket
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| We stack it all up, and then we Greenbay pack it
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| Never in ya life seen this many rubber bands
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| Never in ya life seen this many hundred grands
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| Now dippin' in the paint, you ain’t seen this money man
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| The soul I would assume, but you was in the room
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| Money so dirty gotta sweep it with a broom
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| Plus you got 'em Jigga trickin' early afternoon
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| Go hard on my liver, feel sorry for my bladder
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| I stop when I die, bitch it don’t even matter
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| Dead or alive, I’m in ya top five
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| Even ask ya hoe, bet I’m in ya bitch ride
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| Everybody be cool, I ain’t tryna make a scene
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| First new Camaro that the city’s ever seen
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| And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin'
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| I ain’t got a bitch so I treat her like my woman
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| I tell her slow down, now baby speed up
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| Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us
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| Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain’s like hey
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| South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty
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| My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay
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| That’s why my crib lookin' like a postcard baby
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| Tell 'em what you think of me, so far lady
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| Clip so long it need a chauffeur baby
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| Go hard on my liver, feel sorry for my bladder
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| I stop when I die, bitch it don’t even matter
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| Dead or alive, I’m in ya top five
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| Even ask ya hoe, bet I’m in ya bitch ride
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| Everybody be cool, I ain’t tryna make a scene
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| First new Camaro that the city’s ever seen
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| And that bitch clean, and that bitch runnin'
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| I ain’t got a bitch so I treat her like my woman
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| I tell her slow down, now baby speed up
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| Gon' show ya ass, let them haters see us
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| Red, white and blue stones, yeah the chain’s like hey
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| South by say, I gave my jeweler one-eighty
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| My folks get it in like the Coast Guard lay |