| Yeah, yeah
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| Fours, sixes, deuces and fifties
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| Balanos, Forgis, 34s you trippin'
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| Eight TVs ashantis
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| Ferraris, Bugattis, Mercelagos, Lambs
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| Ayy ayy ayy
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| Now I’m always spending, these bitches always grinding
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| If I send my youngins at ya then I gave your ass a fifty
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| If I send Doowopski at ya then he gave your ass a sixty
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| Put ya forehead in yo ass and leave your face placed in them pisses
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| I’m ridin' on Macaulay I’m rich like Richie Richie
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| You ain’t gonna kick it? |
| hold on hold on ho get busy
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| Want my bloody bridges when I store a hundred cities
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| Now my crib like a museum and these bitches come to visit, ayy
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| Rolling Loud in LA because I can’t go to London
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| I am from the Midwest but this bitch say I sound country
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| Say she gettin' money so we 'bout to have a contest
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| If you get more money, baby congrats on your success
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| You better wear a hat 'cause these niggas out here stuntin'
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| Say they aspiration was to tour around the country
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| Try to get some money honey, not on me lil' ugly
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| I stunt all through the winter and I ball out when it’s sunny
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| I’ma stunt this summer, I’ma roll me a 'Wood and stunt in front ya
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| Post on your block cut the trunk up homie, yeah
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| 'Bout to stunt on 'em, homie
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| I’ma stunt this summer, I’mma roll me a 'Wood and stunt in front ya
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| Post on your block cut the trunk up homie, yeah
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| 'Bout to stunt on 'em, homie
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| Ferraris and Ferraris
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| But you know nothing 'bout it
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| You still stuck in the projects with no money in yo pocket
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| I seen you at the yachty, you still ain’t got no car yet?
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| You finally sent your homeboy car, man that shit crazy
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| Man that’s some deep shit, so I’ma say some weak shit
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| This bitch pussy so deep, like a Chicago digit
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| Bitches in the Lambs, bitches in the 'Raris
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| Gang off the dope, bitches off the molly
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| Bitches in the lobby, we kickin' just like sake
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| I pull up countin' sake sake Benihanna bache
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| Sosa Sosa Sosa, call me Sosa Deveoci
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| Million dollar man, call me Sosa lamborushi
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| Forgis 9−11 on that M6−50 rocket, all these fuckin' money I’ma need like fifty
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| pockets
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| Porsh 9−11 on that M6−50 rocket, so many rockets, don’t make me shoot your
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| partner |