[Produced by DJ Mustard]
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[Verse 1]
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First things first, I'm the realest
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Drop this and let the whole world feel it
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And I'm still in the murder business
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I can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
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You should want a bad bitch like this
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Drop it low and pick it up just like this
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Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
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High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist
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So you know the liquor straight, never chase that
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Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back
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Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
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Champagne spillin', you should taste that
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[Hook]
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Stuntin', Rick Flair on yah
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My stock high, blow the whole share on yah
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Aye, gotta know that I'm prepared for yah
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Tell me how you want it, I could leave it right there for yah
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Aye, I could leave it right there for yah
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Tell me how you want it, I could leave it right there for yah
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Aye, gotta know that I'm prepared for yah
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Tell me how you want it, I'mma leave it right there for yah
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[Verse 2]
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I said baby, I do this, I throw that, you move this
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Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
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And my flow retarded, this [?]
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Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
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I get my money on time, if they not money, decline
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And swear I [?] that they give that line a rewind
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So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
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I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
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Now tell me, who dat, who dat? That do that, do that
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Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
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I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
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I been workin', I'm up in here with some change to throw
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[Hook]
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[Instrumental]
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[Hook]
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Leave It
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