Love show not lie!
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Rich rockling!
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You're lighting, lighting that rear, it's a SF
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Me and the money stay connected like the WiFi
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I got your women wearing nothing but the thighs highs
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Give a dope deal, give that bitch sky high!
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Step in this thing, turb like the dough nut
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Bitch, I don't roll weed, that's your job.
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Talk to 'em rich rocket, you're a preacher
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These bitches wanna learn you to teach'
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Rule number one, keep your pussy right!
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Bitch pussy, run your world, what your pussy like?
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Cash can't stack if your ass can't frat
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But your rabbit ass mind, think my ass ain't strap!
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Got a lil Queens bitch, is she teasing the trap?
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She'll have a ménage with you, but your fee is the stack
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And I'm breathing in gass, and the' is my class
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You're fucking the dirty niggas, probably leave with the rats!
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I just leave with the cash, got 'em to rebel
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Better leave with the bag, I ain't meaning to brag,
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But I got jet-line flying circles around nigga
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You are square like plat, unaware of the fact
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That I run this bitch and I ain't getting tired!
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(Bitch!) My light skin bitch, got fire!
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My Puerto Rican bitch got higher
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No accounts, all the money get wired!
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Hook:
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Yeah, I ball!
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I don't really know about ya!
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Every day, top down when I'
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I don't really know about ya!
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Money break, their hoes on call
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I don't really know about ya!
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Strap feel, my niggas ain't trying to ball
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I don't really know about ya!
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Look, chicken hoes trap make you feel golf
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I don't play golf, but I feel close
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I'm too turned up, get some ear plugs
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(Where you at?)
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I'm at the bar sipping syrup by the beer mug
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Ideal drugs on my wrist, bling
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I shine like the' on the six rings
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He bought the hoe a coach, she want the swiss teams
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I trip the lean like the verse, I need the sixteen
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Chirs' make the chicks bling like a Saint Lauren
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I bet your favorite rapper know that they ain't hard as me
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I'm known to flip chicks, but I'm going first week six
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Chopper clique-clique, split you up like a pig stitch.
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I wake up every morning trying to get rich
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If I don't make a hit song, I'mma'.
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These freshmen, I'mma kill them with the crowd
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Let them niggas know!
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And no, I didn't end it in the driveway!
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Hook: (x2)
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Yeah, I ball!
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I don't really know about ya!
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Every day, top down when I'
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I don't really know about ya!
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Money break, their hoes on call
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I don't really know about ya!
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Strap feel, my niggas ain't trying to ball
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I don't really know about ya!
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I Ball
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| Short Dawg |
