[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
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Work, work, work, work, stashed up at my girl's spot
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Hair weave killer had on Louie's in my mug shot
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Yeah, yeah, one shot, two shot, three
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Damn I pull up with this mutherfucker fish tailing
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And I'm raw, fish scale
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Bloomingdale and Neiman Marcus
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I take the beat and make it a carcass
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Shop at Saks Fifth like it's a target
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Cars are the size of your apartment
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I'm swagged up so don't try me
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Bank roll is my I.D
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When I pulled out she hopping in
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Make your main girl my side piece
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Listening to that old Jay-Z
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One eye open like CBS
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So much Promethazine I'm VIP at CVS
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Long way from EBT
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Every time I spit it's a DVD
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And I don't care if she got on a long skirt
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I'll take her home and do her like homework
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[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
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Creeping on the campus in my new Camaro
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Cover of the Washington Post, Solbiato apparel
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Ross and Folarin, couple women
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Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business
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I'm talking Ambition, I could spell it for you
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Rev up the Lamborghini, and hail it for you
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My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure
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Red Bottom's a stack, there goes a double bidder
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I can't throw no ones, only tens or better
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Since Wale met me he only rode a Benz or better
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Double MG, we millionaires
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Shawty my bait, she say she never scared
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[Hook: (Wale)]
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Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait
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Who's on my line? Who's on my line?
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I'm blowing up, these bitches calling me
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Bait, bait, bait, bait, bait
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I snatch your girl if you're slipping
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She's on my line like I'm fishing I got that
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(Work, work, work, work
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Yeah you know I got that work
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I'm why baby mommas leave
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I'm why baby fathers kirk)
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I snatch your girl if you're slipping
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Double MG not to mention
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[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
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Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel
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I just had to ask, tell me if it's real
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I ain't tryna diss you
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It's really not an issue
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If it's fake or if it's real I'mma keep you on my reel, still
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Bait baby, wait baby
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Why don't you just get a little taste baby
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I will never judge, fuck a judge, fuck a case baby
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Ooh shawty, you shawty, come and be my new boo shawty
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Listen, I'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing I got that
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[Verse 4: Wale]
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Yeah you know I got that work, women second, family first
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Money never ever hurt a€?cuz rapping got a lot of perks
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Hold up, wait, these Nikes don't got no date
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It ain't gon' be no back and forth
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But I do quite well with all the bait
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That remix flow, Mocco bread, PG though
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165 and I'm not surprised see my flow is yuck! My CD gross!
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Black Ghost, white driver, such an Oreo, I'm thinking out loud
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In the back seat and it's getting quite loud
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Point a€?em all out, I can sit a€?em all down
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Double MG, what about y'all?
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These SB's ain't never coming out
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God Forgive and We Don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd
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104, that MLK, know I gotta be Landover out the way
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And I gotta thank the young boy out of state
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We gon' rep the city of Folarin straight, that bait
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[Hook]
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Bait (Remix)
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| Wale |
