| Woo
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| Huh
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| Ayy, this shit hard
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| So hard, yeah
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| So hard
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| I been goin' so hard, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Flyin' on 'em
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| Picture me
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| Flying overseas, Italy
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| Last year I wasn’t on a thing
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| This year, I get everything
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| And it’s on me
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| Picture me
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| In a brand new foreign, that’s a Bentley
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| I got brand new money in my denim
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| I don’t want new friends, I ain’t friendly, yeah
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| Now picture that
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| I remember I was broke, now a nigga gettin' racks
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| Told her money comin' now, let’s just buy them back
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| I remember I needed you and you left me on my ass
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| What the fuck did I see in you? | 
| Yeah, my new bitch hella fat
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| Came up, they got hella mad
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| Picture me, I hit the mall, I drop a bag
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| And I’m poppin' shit, lil' bitch, I’m poppin' tags
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| I told her pack her shit, we finna fly away
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| I had dreams of this shit as a shorty
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| On the block, sipping 40s
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| I’m shining high, bitch, you can’t ignore me
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| I’ma still be grinding when I’m 40
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| I get high, got green like the forest
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| I like her, I told her she gorgeous
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| She like me, wanna see a performance
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| I get hate but the love is enormous
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| Picture me
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| Flying overseas, Italy
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| Last year I wasn’t on a thing
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| This year, I get everything
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| And it’s on me
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| Picture me
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| In a brand new foreign, that’s a Bentley
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| I got brand new money in my denim
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| I don’t want new friends, I ain’t friendly, yeah
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| Now picture me |