| Nigga, stop playin', you know the memo
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| Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo
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| Yeah, she know the memo
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| Check my swag, check my bag filled with cash, nigga
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| Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
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| Yeah, she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
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| Break her heart, write your name like a cast, yeah
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| Price of condo, bale, this not no grass, no
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| Take it out the cat and beat that ass, woah
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| If you cut my jewels, I’ma pull up and shoot
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| And I, I do my shoppin' on Ferry, no tooth
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| You just pull up, I’m not fuckin', I’ma still show what it do
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| Ride around with Ugly Duckling, we just put two somethin' on a Bu (That's a
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| Bugatti)
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| Man, I’m so high I think I just seen a UFO with them troops (What?)
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| Bitches just see us and smile like what it do
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| I’ma pull up on a nigga bitch in my bitch whip (Skrrt, ayy)
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| I got twenty chains on me, they gon' chip just like some dip'
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| Nigga know they get the memo
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| Stack them racks, they know the memo
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| Nigga, stop playin', you know the memo
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| Yeah, look at what she sayin', she know the memo, yeah
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| Yeah, she know the memo
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| I don’t play on Arthur, but I’m moonwalkin'
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| I know who gon' catch a body, I know who rockin'
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| When I die, I want a hundred bands inside my casket
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| I drink Act', I smoke that gas, I smoke that loud, sirens
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| Yeah, yeah, I take molly with the YSL, memo (Slatt)
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| I supply 'em with them bricks and bales, memo
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| I’m gettin' money, nigga, can’t you tell? |
| (Hell yeah)
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| Rollie silver like a handcuff, no jail, memo
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| I’m so fresh they want a pic
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| Pull up on 'em, suckers kickin' shit and with the shits
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| I thought you were rich but you so broke I don’t know shit
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| My big brother Bankroll told me I was gonna be the shit
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| Nigga know they get the memo
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| Stack them racks, they know the memo
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| Nigga stop playin', you know the memo
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| Yeah look at what she sayin', she know the memo
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| Yeah she know the memo
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| Check my swag, check my bag, filled with cash, nigga
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| Hundred bands in my pants, check the stash, nigga
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| Yeah she bad, run that back, throw some racks, ayy
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| Break her heart, write your name, like a cast, yeah
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| Memo
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| Memo
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| We got London On Da Track
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| Yeah, they know the memo
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| Memo |