(Hook x2)
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A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
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Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
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(Verse)
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1000 grams, I done flipped it to a mill
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And my nigga lookin crazy cus he gone off them pills
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And my belt buckle say Versace
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2 bundles in my waistline, hope the feds donĄ¯t stop me
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On the freeway in that new Bentley truck
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Following me 2 bad bitches in that fuckin rental truck
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Told em meet me when they touchdown
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Break it up, bust it down
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Throw it in the air, drew breeze, itĄ¯s a touchdown
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I donĄ¯t give a fuck, money by the gallons
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Yea, IĄ¯m a rich nigga, I only fuck with style yea
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Ice cream man with the snow white ghost
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No limit in this bitch, throw it up and let it go
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(Hook x2)
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A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
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Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
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(Verse)
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Dope boy shit, real nigga anthem
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Mr Mr I am, street niggas still them
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Know what that mean, he official fiend
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Hey baby, handclap, IĄ¯m going in
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I donĄ¯t give a fuck what niggas say, I get my grind on
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I donĄ¯t need security in the club, I got man on
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White phantom, white 6Ą¯s, get my shine on
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Bitches play them games but bitches know my man strong
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Wrist full of rings, full of VVS rolls
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In the club these GĄ¯s spendin racks and rolls
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A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
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(Verse)
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Last year I couldnĄ¯t make it rain
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Do it bad, money tight
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Pull up in that Maybach, all black with the gold stripes
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Cold game, I did time
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Project my bloodline
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Thinkin bout my dog C, hopin he get free time
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Me and P, we ball out
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Dream field, we fall out
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You a bad chick with a fowl mouth
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I buy that mola
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Downtown I carry that
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3 to life, I married that
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Used to be a real nigga
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Now you just a real whack
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On that highway with that real white
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Some of yall just studios
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ThatĄ¯s Yo Gotti and Young Jeezy,
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Real hustlers know how it go
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Sellin raw dope in a raw game
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Killers come, they bust brain
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Got 50 bricks, ainĄ¯t no dummy
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Johnny Depp, blow money
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(Hook x2)
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A wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
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Wrist full of rings, full of checks, full of ice
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And a bitch in a rental with a trunk full of white
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White
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| Master P |
