[HOOK]
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Cashed up, stacked up
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Hit the mall and act up
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Flexin like a muthafuckin actor
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Smashed her, passed her
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My whole team is done with her
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Sorry bro, I didn't know you loved her
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[x2]
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[Verse 1:]
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Okay now what I floss, my middle finger
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To these little haters that be trynna get a picture
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Got a bad lil dime, I ain't got the time
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I gotta bench these bars, on the incline
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What you want beef? no need for the heinz
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You can't ketchup or level up, no need for your pride
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Thats just how I feel, and yo girl she a hottie
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I'm just being honest she like me touching her body
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Then I smash then pass, straight up to the bro
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You already know tho, thats it YO-LO-GO-woah
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Thats you on the pole, then bust it on the floor and let the little bros go
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Thats another assist, yo chick know I'm the shit
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Body shaped like a coke and Ima sip to them hips
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Flip you upside down and watch you drip
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Bugatti body, bet the race on my pink slip
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[HOOK]
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Cashed up, stacked up
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Hit the mall and act up
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Flexin like a muthafuckin actor
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Smashed her, passed her
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My whole team is done with her
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Sorry bro, I didn't know you loved her
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[x2]
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[Verse 2:]
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I said I'm cashed up and I'm racked out
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Push to start then I back out
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Fuckin in a cage match I always make the bitch tap out
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Ass up, face down
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Coulda sworn I threw her back out
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Now I'm six deep up in the club
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Talk shit and you'll get packed out
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DROP
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Just like ya chick, she claim she not a ratchet hoe
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Said she don't fuck on the first night
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We all know she ratchet tho
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You treat her like the police
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You go and put them cuffs on her
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I treat her like the police
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If she real bad I just bust on her
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Uh, my baddest chick I think she blasian
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She flaming, she blazin, stumbling I think she faded
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She drunk, she faded, don't know half the shit I'm saying
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She just want the D, let me stop playin
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Plumber with the pipe she lovin every inch I'm laying
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Spring a leak then hit her peak now she can't stop sprayin
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I be gone before the morning cus I ain't really wit the stayin
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I be flying over seas because they won't stop payin
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[HOOK]
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Cashed up, stacked up
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Hit the mall and act up
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Flexin like a muthafuckin actor
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Smashed her, passed her
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My whole team is done with her
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Sorry bro, I didn't know you loved her
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[x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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My money long so she show up in nothin but thongs
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Tell me beat it up right, her nigga do it wrong
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Give her that thug passion, tear it up to pac songs
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She got ambitions as a rider get her pac on
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She said she love me cus I go and get my guap on
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I love the dome so I lead her on and play along
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Shit, I love you too, x and o's
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But I'm a real player with intercontinental hoes
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Since I was fourteen intercontinental shows
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Purple money in the safe thats intercontinental dough
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My name is dayday still my payday if you didn't know
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I like my money fast and for my hoes to suck it slow
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Yeah, cash to the ceiling
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Give em that ATL big leech feeling
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I'm freeway ricky in the 80s I'm killin
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Got the IRS trippin we ain't dealing
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RANGER GANG whats up?
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[HOOK]
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Cashed Up, Stacked Up
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| The Rangers |
