| She know she bad, I got the bag
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| Foreign with 230 on the dash
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| I could count cash, fast
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| Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the Xans
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| Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands
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| She cute, she having a hand, I’m rich I know I’m the man
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| Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like spam
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| Stole my money gave her 22 grams
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| Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram
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| She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my Vans, yeah
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| Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters they jump out the van
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| Ice skatin' got my shooters waitin'
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| I got the cookies bakin'
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| I wanna fuck 'em, impatient
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| Foreign, she half-asian
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| Foreign, I ride like I’m racin'
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| 38 keepin my shell casings
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| None of my bitches is basic
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| On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix
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| I’m geeked up, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Everything I wear is rare
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| Gucci with snakes and lions and bears
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| Louis Vuitton, I love Damier
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| Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair
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| Got them Chanel’s and Montclair (Double C)
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| After they come out next year
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| I’m drankin' lean, not no beer
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| Shut the fuck up, ain’t no reason to care
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| Get your ass buss, ain’t no pussies over here
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| Brand new foreign with the cam on the rear
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| Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear
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| I got some bitches that are white like veneers
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| These niggas fallin' off the map like Sears
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| I got these haters mad, they in tears
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| Ya’ll niggas sharks, they cut like some shears
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| She know she bad, I got the bag
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| Foreign with 230 on the dash
 | 
| I could count cash, fast
 | 
| Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the xans
 | 
| Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands
 | 
| She cute, she having a hand, I’m rich, I know I’m the man
 | 
| Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like spam
 | 
| Stole my money gave her 22 grams
 | 
| Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram
 | 
| She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my vans, yeah
 | 
| Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters, they jump out the van |