[Verse 1]
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Okay, cold in this bitch niggas know I¡¯m feel the snap
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Alleluia, thank the Lord, Rollie cost me 80 racks
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Paranoia, all these money niggas know I keep that strout
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Hundred niggas most of em killers blow your brains on your lap
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Kay I¡¯m hopin¡¯ out of sentence, keep that hammer like on big bow
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Feeling nigga dope nick name kilo
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Every nigga round when I bite myself
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Bad little bitch and I kinda deepthroat
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Rocks and chains and they knew me cold
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Fuck that loft and my nigga Big Bow
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Know some zone that can get a kilo
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See another man, nigga wutchu sayin¡¯?
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First time cheetahs on my pants
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Louie Vuitton¡¯s I need in advance
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Yeah nigga ball you can watch from the stands
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I fuck hoes, I get dough
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Got my team getting rich
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Keep my shooters, make them do you
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They Ray Alan with the stick
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Boy I¡¯m fly, ain¡¯t no lie
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Probably painted on the bitch
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Hundred grand and I make in a week
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And no complaining about the scent
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Yeah I¡¯m racked up, hope a nigga don¡¯t act up
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Click clock, you think he got hit up with a metro
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[Verse 2]
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Wuddup Gotti? I got it from here
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My diamonds is clear, you niggas is weird
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How niggas to the left like a game of chess
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Don¡¯t get checked, boy I¡¯m at my best
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Bet you niggas ain¡¯t fuckin¡¯ with Wow
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Paper tags on the Ghost, brand new ? no mouse
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I try to stay at the house because my girl is a trip
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Complainin¡¯ ¡®bout the smoking, goin¡¯ through all my shit
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Man it¡¯s cold where I¡¯m at, Midwest on the map
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Regret before how your nigga took the exact
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Gucci belt on my waist, shut out my nigga Ace
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Diamonds shinin¡¯ so hard, watch me light up the place
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Keep it real my nigga
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My flow ill my nigga
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Old school Chevy, custom door grill my nigga
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Damn, it¡¯s bigger than life
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Wuddup Stalin?
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You know my bitch¡¯s ass whiter than a H2 Hummer
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Now that¡¯s a whole lot of ass
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I swear you niggas is trash
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These rappers is soft, they should dress up and drag
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Yea, them jeans got a sack
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Just to show off my brand
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Oh they said that you hot
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I¡¯m ¡®bout to fuck up your plans
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You know I¡¯m in demand
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Swisher blunt, 8 grams
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And they know my flow nasty like grandma Spam
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Here in this house loft
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Don¡¯t ask what it cost
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Condo so big you¡¯ll fuck around and get lost
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I ain¡¯t gotta drop my album, I¡¯m just buildin¡¯ my buzz
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YCMB, y¡¯all ain¡¯t built like us
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OHIO, we stay high though
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Caught a weed man ¡®cause we need more hidro
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I Got That Sack
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| Young Money Entertainment |
