| Bottle after bottle, Model after model
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| Spendin' all this paper like I fucking won the lotto
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| All I know is YOLO, nigga thats the motto
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| Ricky told me get ‘em and I told ‘em that I got ‘em
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| And I got ‘em erryday, erryday
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| Bad bitches gon fuck me everyway, never stay
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| Once I get it, than I’m dippin' thata way thata way
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| Young, came up from the bottom and I never had a way
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| I really went from wooping 62′s, to whippin 62′s
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| Ain’t none of the homies crippin'
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| We giving niggas the blues
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| We buying they hoes bags, gettin they bitches shoes
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| You wonder why she ain’t fucking you
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| Winning nigga, you lose
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| Yeah, I’m flexing, I pull up on the Ghost
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| Hundred on my necklace
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| And my diamonds clear they VVS’ing
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| I turn into a toilet on these? |
| they BS’ing
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| Two fingers, did it on ‘em
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| Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em
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| I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milly on ‘em
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| It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly on ‘em
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| With my red P hat, you don’t know, we back
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| ‘Bout to go to Houston, heard thats where the chief at
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| Hiding with the? |
| down
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| I could’nt get it man, get ready for that
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| Me and Wale finna drop to that real soon man
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| I was just playing around
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| Shout out to the homie Drizzy, all YMCMB
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| It’s double MG we in the building |