[Intro: Stevie J] + (Future)
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DJ Stevie J~!! (We gon¡¯ get to it nigga¡¦)
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Real niggas~!! (¡¦by any means necessary)
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Rich niggas~!! (We were born like this)
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Fly shit~!!
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[Hook: Future]
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I be on some fly nigga shit when I step out
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Fuck what y¡¯all talkin¡¯ about
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I be on some rich nigga shit when I step out
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Fuck what y¡¯all talkin¡¯ about, fuck what y¡¯all talkin¡¯ about¡¦
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Fuck what y¡¯all talkin¡¯ about, fuck what y¡¯all talkin¡¯ about
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I be on some fly, rich nigga shit, steppin¡¯ out
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I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin¡¯ out
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Fuck what y¡¯all talkin¡¯ about
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[Tyga]
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Quarter-mill for the car, quarter-mill on the arm
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Black Double-R, back the fuck off
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Drophead, cut your head off, hard top, no soft
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Wet pussy turn me on when it keep me hard
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King shit, Versace tiles, I ain¡¯t dryin¡¯ off
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Marble floors, you dusty niggas couldn¡¯t walk on
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Jesus walked on water, so I¡¯mma walk on charters
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Private jets, baguettes, only fuck with ballers
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All this, half a mill, first week of August
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I ain¡¯t even doin¡¯ shows, I¡¯m just workin¡¯ on the album
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Forty for the feesha, I just payed my mama¡¯s Visa
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You in the club breathin¡¯, that Ten X, you niggas Beavis
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She give me +butt, head+ ? get brain like a genius
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I got that dope shit, the 80s chrome Alpinas
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(White Beamer) ? my son gon¡¯ inherit this flow
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You niggas gumball drops on the bottom of my sole
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HA~!!
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[Hook]
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[Meek Mill]
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Young nigga, we Rich Gang, came up from that rich game
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Picture me rollin¡¯ down Biscayne, black Double-R with your bitch, mane
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With that top off and that drop head, pull up on ¡®em, they drop dead
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Niggas talkin¡¯ that bird shit, when them birds came, they was not dead
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And I was out there with that work from the 15th to the 1st
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My clique mean and they merk, we¡¯ll let them clips squeeze like dirt
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When it come to them dollars, nigga, why bother? These niggas don¡¯t want no problems
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¡®Cause I¡¯ll kill all y¡¯all dead, put a price on your head, get your brain, I doubt it (WHOOO~!)
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I be on that fly shit ? M-O-B that mob shit
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Boy, I¡¯m talkin¡¯ G5 shit, 50 racks for that ride, shit
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That ain¡¯t yours, that¡¯s my bitch, you clocked out and I signed in
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We young niggas, we grindin¡¯, we shinin¡¯ like diamonds (WHOA~!)
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[Hook]
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[Mystikal]
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Make them pop ten bottles like, ¡°give me ten more¡±
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I¡¯m in the club passin¡¯ weed to the bitches, like ¡°hit this shit¡±
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Your stupid ass outside talkin¡¯ ¡®bout ¡°get me in!¡± Should¡¯ve known I was a fool, when I moved
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When I pulled up in that Bentley ? told y¡¯all I was gangster, still somethin¡¯ like a pimp
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Don¡¯t say I didn¡¯t ? million-dollar flow, got a lot of dough, brand new clothes
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VIP for niggas like me, wish a motherfucker would touch that rope
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(Rappers, hustlers, dealers, killers, thugs, goons, beasts, guerillas)
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(Money, cars, jewels, chinchillas, jets, cribs, condos, villas)
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Say that, then¡¦ (hold up), goddamn right, bitch I¡¯ve been fly since way back when
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That¡¯s right, I am YMCM, Grave Street, play that, there
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Burnin¡¯ up the track like a motherfuckin¡¯ matchstick, you know that¡¯s him
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Tryna shine when you come around stars like us, they do look dim
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Ain¡¯t got your game tight, ain¡¯t got your swag up, shame on them
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Your legs too little and your T-Shirt big; nigga, go to the gym
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For the love of my clique, we up in this bitch
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So sorry that your girl¡¯s suckin¡¯ my dick, throwin¡¯ money in the air like I¡¯m sick of this shit
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[Hook]
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[Stevie J - over Hook]
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We be on our fly shit~!!
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You see us right~?! Fly shit~!
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Swag or die¡¦ and we high
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Haha¡¦ Rich Gang
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DJ Stevie J~!!
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Stunna, salute~!
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Fly Rich
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Future |