| Come on right down, case you niggas wanna beef
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| Suggest in the air you niggas might just want to brief
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| This is new motivation cause I know you niggas need, this is like the Clippers
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| at the St. Regis
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| Black card down, presidential suite
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| Black truck out front, like my presidential feet
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| Presidential rollie, presidential wrist
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| Go order room service, this some presidential shit, Let’s go!
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| First I count a hundred, then I hit the mall
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| Bitch I’m on my shit, yeah I might just buy a star
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| She said you say the pussy good, how come you never call
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| Said bitch that ain’t my focus yet, I’m tryna live or fall
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| I’m not chasin' love baby, I’m just chasin' paper
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| And if I hit a lick I might just take it to Jamaica
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| And you can bring your friends, she bet not be a faker
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| If she ain’t talkin' bout fuckin', we gon mufuckin' shake
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| That in the fam money, that pay the bail money
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| That see me in the street, it ain’t hard to tell money
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| Yeah it’s real street though, we a higher ego
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| That St. Regis bail hollow for the week though
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| Too many whips sittin' in the valet
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| Throw me my keys, and have a nice day
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| You ain’t said shit, how bout have a nice night
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| And anything I want, I’ma buy the shit twice |