LYRICS
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(Drama)God chose this for us (Oh-oh-oh)(Ooh)Dramatic, nigga(D-Roc)(Gangsta Grillz)Uh, yeah, yeahHermès everythin' grownOne million in duffle, one million cologneKick her up out of my home, she too medicatedI ain't feelin that, noPatek on bottom of the Cartier braceletsGot to put that shit on, go, ooh (Ooh)Come out the top and I shoot, uh (Ooh)Check how I'm countin' this loot (Ooh)Turnin' up so bad they know I'm choseYeah, I want the money, the power, you keep the respectJust don't get hit with the TECI got the bitch ridin' 'round in the front with the checkKnow she be givin' me neckJewelry wrapped, keepin' that stick, ridin' 'roundCatch a opp and hop out playin' hockey, woahGot a purple nose, look like I made the honor rollKickin' this shit, she don't like I got my ownYou expose that you a bitch, leave me 'lone(Ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)Pick it up, go right back out in a minuteYoungBoy, slimiest menaceCheck how I do it, the fool get pitted (Ooh)Come out the top and I shoot, uh (Ooh)Check how I'm countin' this loot (Ooh)Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose (Top, Top)Top, they know that I'm chosenI'm on her, just give me a TrojanFrom the back to the side, got her posin'Everyday watches, Pateks' and Rolliesdon't correct me, Patek'sBitch, take a shot at my neckI ain't even tryna flip, that's a whole 'nother checkThat's a whole new 'VetteI'm drivin' these Astons, don't mind my lineupHundred grand tucked in my sweatssprinter van filled with her friends (Uh)Walk out the party, then jump on the jetI'm fuckin' her more, the more the bestSkeet on her breast, bitch I'm a messShe a Cadet, I am a vet', I ain't doin' no stressHo I'm turned up, I'm turned up, you see?Leave mePlease, don't break our privacyFiend, you fiend, behind lesser thingsChosen, like they close to meLike I am not worth anything (Gangsta Grillz)Hermès everythin' grownOne million in duffle, one million cologneKick her up out of my home, she too medicatedI ain't feelin that, noPatek on bottom of the Cartier braceletsGot to put that shit on, go, ooh (Ooh)Come out the top and I shoot, uh (Ooh)Check how I'm countin' this loot (Ooh)Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose (Yeah)
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